"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
Glancing back once more, the ashes fall lightly on me, their origin cringeworthy. The repugnant smell causes my beyond empty belly to recoil, attempting to bring up any remaining remnants. I turn away and walk as briskly as my feeble legs can muster. "Never again" turned into again and again all across the world. Race, … Continue reading Uncertain Future
The all too familiar sound of cries and wails penetrated her ears from the upstairs level of the house. Sent up to play freely with their toys away from puppy's biting greets and envious toy snatches, she also craved a moment of sanity. This was not to be had. The eldest head to be yowling, "Hold … Continue reading All In A Day’s Work
Suddenly awake, breath caught in her chest, aware of its presence in her bed. Fueled by adrenaline, she grasped at the cold, clammy invader seeking to expel it. It was incapable of admitting defeat, seemingly attached to her body. Slowly, prickles pierced her hand, with the return of blood flow.
Well, the gloves came off this weekend, and the eating commenced! Starting with a container of donut holes that called my name while shopping on Friday, and which my kids proclaimed they didn't care for (who ARE you?), I ate my way through Mother's Day weekend. Like the hungry, hungry caterpillar preparing to blossom into … Continue reading Gained 6 pounds, Punted a Baby, and Took an Art Class- Mother’s Day Weekend Wins.
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
"Maybe it's time." His own mother's words release her. --- The pound of each step echoes inside her chest as her feet strike the pavement. She stops to make a call. "It's gotten that bad? Of course, you can come home." ---- "Tell me to stay." His head sinks into his hands.