Faded Presence

Faint is often used to describe a barely perceptible sight smell or sound, but can it not also describe my presence lately in the blogging world? I have barely been around. I have hardly touched my keyboard. I go about my day, a whirlwind into which I keep getting swept up, and I have many … Continue reading Faded Presence

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Single Moms Rock: Part 2- Dating Appcidents

So, if you checked out Single Mom Rocks, I promised you there'd be a sequel... and here it is!              Dating App Ass-haps This piece, also inspired by my single mom LPN friend, came out on the site ESME.com today! I know my friend was eagerly awaiting the sharing of … Continue reading Single Moms Rock: Part 2- Dating Appcidents

Put Me Out To Pasture: Musings on Getting Older

I turned 36. I suppose that's not a big deal, but it kinda feels like a big deal.  I'm a mother to a 4 ½-year-old and an almost 3-year-old. My brain feels, on most days, like it is the consistency of messy diaper droppings, with approximately the same capabilities. I can't tell you how many … Continue reading Put Me Out To Pasture: Musings on Getting Older

NOT- The Sounds of Silence

"Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence" Dear Paul Simon: What would you call this? Do you hear what I hear? from … Continue reading NOT- The Sounds of Silence

Their Tiny Two-Cents Worth

Maybe I’m crazy, or maybe I’m just a mom of toddlers. Maybe this doesn’t happen for all moms, but there has to be some of you out there who are in the same shoes. Let me break down a little scenario for you. So, I’m having a typical toddler day. They are running about, playing … Continue reading Their Tiny Two-Cents Worth

Comfort From A 4-Year-Old

Four years and four hours ago your daddy and I welcomed you into this world. After a scheduled inducement where you broke my water the morning of anyway, we headed to the hospital bright and early for a day full of labor. No one was going to tell you when to come into this world. … Continue reading Comfort From A 4-Year-Old