Bravely
I am afraid of everything. I am afraid of hurt. I am afraid of tragedy. I am afraid of rejection. I am afraid of being wrong, and I am very afraid I might be right. I don’t like heights, roller coasters, flying, spiders, boats, trains, or motorcycles. I am afraid of being alone, but I…
Considering Anthology by its Disguise
Um, yeah, I just “Thesaurused” the whimsy out of the old saying… “Judging a book by its cover.” But I have good reason. There may be a million and one blog posts out there with that title, and I didn’t want mine to get lost in the muddle by having it judged on an overused saying.…
12 steps can’t help me…
When the package from Amazon arrived I searched my foggy brain for some memory of what I had ordered. I order things from Amazon with quick draw speed. In a showdown in the streets of the old west – you’d be pushing up daisies. Since the conception of the Amazon Prime Pantry – I have…
Go, and Don’t Believe Everything I Taught You…
Go, and Don’t Believe Everything I Taught You… The last couple weeks of my parenting journey have been epic. As of a month ago we have seven children, they range in age from 5 months to 20 years. The littles have run me ragged. I am feeling every single one of my 44 years. And…
Don’t Pick Me…
Have you seen the ridiculous Vagisil commercial where the woman walks up to a group of her “friends” and they visibly shun her because of her feminine odor? I am including the link below. Is this what the media really thinks goes on among women? And if so, the media is merely comprised of 7…
Real Mom
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, but that’s another story.…
The high price of seduction…
I fell for sugary promises and fanciful lies. In my folly, in the wee hours of a cold January morning I ignored every impulse to run. I foolishly succumbed to temptation. I had an out. I ignored it. He was handsome. Dark eyes. Dark hair. Carmel skin. He put his hands on my cheeks and…
Addicted.
My name is Jami and I am addicted to motherhood. I readily admit this is an illness. I can’t get enough. And frankly, I am really tired. But, I figure if this is my vocation, by American standards, I have 22 years before I retire. My husband might object. And in spite of the…
Mind the Gap
Several years ago my parents took my husband, myself and our, then, four children to the UK on vacation. During our wanderings we had opportunities to ride the underground subway system in London. As the cars would come to a stop and passengers would load and unload a Bristish woman’s voice would come over a…
Dear 2016: I commit to fail.
The smell, although pleasant, was utterly overwhelming. As I followed my nose down the hall toward my room, I knew it would be bad. Good overwhelming smells can be indicative of disasters too. Especially where “the vandals” – our toddler sons – are involved. It was my fault. I had basked in the silence too…