She stood at the kitchen sink, hands immersed in sudsy water with flecks of dinner's remains floating about. Mom sat at the kitchen table, letting us, her two youngest, clean up from the night's meal she had prepared. It was a typical evening scene until she felt a strange, sharp pain in her back shoulder-blade … Continue reading Knock Out
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
"I'm tired of hearing you yell," stops me mid stride. The leash tightens around my hand and two toddlers run askew as I try to gain order, try to gather the pieces of myself that just shattered. Eyes downcast, heart heavy, I reply, "You're tired?"
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
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
So, I have this friend... She is a single mom, and very similar to me mom-wise and just as a person. For those of you who actually know me... that's a little bit scary perhaps. I get it. Anyways, she and I talk... a lot... and as she sojourns the dating world I am often … Continue reading Single Moms Rock
Looming above them, 20-steps, a leviathan in the 4-year old's eyes. "I've got you," I reassured. Hesitating steps up, nervous smile at the top, then the rush. Eyes wild, "Big slide again, Mommy."