I want badly to wake up tomorrow to a world where Robin Williams is still alive. I want to wake up to a world in whichÂ Mrs. Doubtfire and Aladdin’sÂ Genie and Sean Maguire did not succumb to mental illness. I want to wake up to a world where suicide is not the 10th leading cause of […]
Two weeks ago (on the first day of the Type-A Conference), a man came into our yard and destroyed all the plants in front of and beside our house. Grace watched from the window (the girls were home with a babysitter) while the man’s weed eater mowed down plant after plant. Purple coneflower, black-eyed susans, […]
I am exhausted. My mind and body ache for sleep. I lay down in bed next to Joe, and I feel awkward. My pillow feels wrong; the sheets are scratchy. The covers are too warm. The cat is purring on my pillow. My hair is touching my shoulder, and my skin itches all over my […]
I think I was abducted by aliens earlier this year. It’s the only explanation I can come up with for the big chunk of Allie’s little baby days that are missing in my mind. The time in between colic and crawling is gone. I don’t remember it. It’s as if I wasn’t even here, wiped […]
Perhaps it’s because I’m going through a lot, but I think this is true. I choose hope and recovery and optimism and contentment. I choose happiness. What do you choose?
Remember when I wrote this? I have been overwhelmed by my life lately. Iâ€™m not sure if itâ€™s PPD lingering or if itâ€™s overcommitment or a combination, but I am struggling with my new role as a full-time work-at-home-mom of two. Struggling is the tip of the iceberg, to tell you the truth. I feel […]