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But, Instead


Yesterday was long. Actually, the last few weeks have been a bit stressful, because you know, life. My husband was in a serious car accident, that miraculously left him uninjured, however my car was completely totaled. Do you guys remember that blue car with the racing stripes I got as a single mom? I’m going

Take Notice


My daughter has been in the hospital for nearly a week now. Because of the move, my business trip, and now this, I’ve stayed in seven hotels, in the last three weeks. I’m weary. Last night my husband picked up my sons and took them back “home,” leaving me at the Ronald McDonald House, with

Who We Were All Meant To Be


Recently, The Littlest underwent a several hour long surgery, and then an extended stay in the Intensive Care Unit. Although upon his birth it was believed that he had not inherited the genetic disorder that my family carries, it has now become relatively obvious that our initial reassurances were wrong. Tonight, I was feeling especially

Remember Always


The baby was fussing this morning, so my daughter climbed into bed and asked me to snuggle him up with her. “He just wants to feel safe and loved mom.” I look at her, loving on him, and the reality of her life hits me. Abandonment. Abuse. Trauma. Knowing what her biological father did to

It Mattered In The End


****** TRIGGER WARNING****** This post deals with the subject of death, and although I think that the overall message is worth discussing, I respectfully wish to warn you that some may find this post to be upsetting. Should you choose not to proceed through this one, I look forward to your return next time. *********************

My Ex’s Attorney Is A Killer (Literally)


If you didn’t read the last post, “I’m Not There Anymore,” I suggest reading that first so that this post makes sense. ************** It’s been a few days since my day in court, and I’m feeling much better. Overall I wasn’t feeling all that bad to begin with (compared to prior years in court), but either

Please Don’t Tell Me I’m Losing My Son


“Momma, I’m blowing on a wishing flower, and I’m wishing no more doctors” Horatio G. Spafford, his wife Anna, and their five children lived in Chicago in the late 1800’s. Horatio was a successful lawyer with a booming business, when tragedy struck and pneumonia stole the life of his young son. That same year, the

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