The whole scenario showed how ready to crack I am. All it took was a minor yet official disapproval to make me fall apart.
The whole scenario showed how ready to crack I am. All it took was a minor yet official disapproval to make me fall apart.
I remember scratching at a barnacle on a concrete wall. I wanted to hold it, but you can’t get them free from their anchor without crushing them a bit.
I have to get my memories into words, so that I can be with them because I will never again be with him.
I feel like I'm hanging by a thread, a thread made of calendar reminders and the sheer will to survive.
when I turned to my cupboards this morning, the s'more stuff called to me...
I'm happy to be what I am, but sometimes I feel like I'm just not planted in the right spot and don't have the time to do the extra care and maintenance I need to really thrive.
Motherhood can be broken into its tasks- childcare, cooking, cleaning, chauffeuring, bookkeeping, communications management, etc. But, is that really what it’s about?
Two things changed forever for me the moment I walked into the Arby’s: the smell of curly fries and the potential for forest green polo shirts to be attractive attire.
I wear indignation on a regular basis, and I honestly say that it is always tied to my insecurities.
Needless to say, that trip was a real disappointment.
Photo: Tulips FROM MY YARD
I was feeling disappointed in myself this week. I felt like I "wasn't handling it well" that my POTS appears to be coming back.
Salua created my very own discount code for me and whoever I choose to share it with (which I hope will be EVERYONE because WE NEED ALL THE PRETTY JAMMIES because we are valuable! And it's ok to like pretty stuff and be insanely comfortable while we make jelly toasts and wipe snot and stuff!)!
I always hated it when my mother would answer my “But, Mom, I wasn't trying to be mean” with “Yes. But you weren't trying to be kind.”