The Third Person Point of View
Our four-year-old son, leader of the vandals, Sam has been referring to himself in the third person. Furthermore, he calls himself “Sammy.” Y’all, no one calls him Sammy but himself. “Sammy wants to go outside.” “Sammy doesn’t like dat kind of cheese.” “Sammy wants to get naked and eat cake.” I find this odd. And…
Me and My Stuff…
When we were moving back to the ranch, I got rid of a lot of stuff. I don’t like to move, although I am pretty much a pro. When I was growing up, my dad got transferred all over the country, and that man could pack a U-haul like a Cuban artisan can roll a…
Princess School Dropout
I have just returned from the Magic Kingdom. I wish my brain would shut off sometimes. It never does. My first clue that I wasn’t a real Princess was the amount of sweat I produced in the “happiest place on earth.” It is beyond the Princess protocoled “glisten.” It is a downpour. And the sweat…
When I Grow Up…
Tomorrow morning my family and I will wake bright and early to go to Disney World. “The Magic Kingdom.” My dad gave my mom the gift of a family trip with all her grandchildren, for Christmas. My husband and our oldest son weren’t able to make it. John, started EMT school and didn’t feel like…
Playing Nice in the Rain
Yesterday it rained. When I say it rained, I really meant stormed. And when I say it stormed, trees and power lines were down, trash cans and toys blew about the neighborhood. Cats and dogs were falling. Around here it is a welcomed sight to see. My husband texted me pictures of his interrupted rounds.…
Real Mom: A Heart Story
(Originally Posted Jan 2016) Today is the anniversary of the birth of my real motherhood. The delivery was painful, joyful, and earth shattering. I had given birth four times before. I had miscarried once. I have a negative threshold for physical pain – I had 4 failed epidurals. Well, one completely numbed my right foot,…
Foster Care: Hoping for the Hurt
Foster Care: Hoping for the Hurt This will probably not reach the masses. I don’t care. If my words fall upon the heart of one… I have succeeded. I just left a house with broken spirits. Addicted spirits. Fighting spirits. Spirits… Who have given up on their life, their old life. Among those spirits is…
The Cliff from Whence I Tumble… Don’t Follow Me
Yesterday was stressful, like cliff diving. You know, I could delete that, pretty much in my world that goes without saying. For now, I will leave it. There is one aspect of my life where it would seem only other writers would glean from my current stressor but, at 1:00 am I realized that I…
“Don’t Worry Shoog… God’s got this.”
“Don’t Worry Shoog… God’s got this.” I was exhausted. And discouraged. My wallet with my cell phone was gone. $478.00 worth of groceries sat neatly bagged in my cart. The strategic purchases, intended to nourish and bless, were now the bane of some minimum wage cashier’s existence. If I felt debauched about the hard work…
A Case for Eating Your Young…
I swear. You can’t really prepare for the irrational season of adolescence. And I wanted to be a mom. I wanted a big family. I am tired. And here is the truth: I am not an awful mother. No, I am not the best mom ever, but I am not all bad. I have tried,…