As you know, I work with a lot of abused women. At this point I would say that the hours I dedicate to my girls add up to being another full time job outside of the work I do with the nonprofit. I can’t even begin to tell you how many hours I’ve spent running
Hey…guess who’s back? Yea, it’s me. Sorry about suddenly going MIA, I didn’t intend for that to happen. This was an eye-opening 11 days or so, the majority of which needed to be spent in silence. That translated into me not answering many phone calls or texts, letting emails go un-replied with the exception of
((Sigh)) So I figured that I owed you all an explanation as to why the blog has been a bit funky for the past couple of weeks. Less posts, longer time for my comment replies, and oh the typos. (Yup, even Mr. Attorney Man sent me an email about how many typos I have had
My aunt called me last night. “Eden. I’m going to ask you something and I just want to ask, so just listen for a minute and I’m just asking.” That sentence structure right there was a big fat warning that I wasn’t going to like whatever she was about to “just ask me.”“………uh…….oooooooooookkkkkaaaaayyyyyy” was what
I think I finally feel better today. It still hurts, but at least it’s no longer that constant ache in my chest that causes me to tear up the moment my brain is not fully occupied by other more immediate thoughts. It’s funny that while they say the way to a man’s heart is through
We were on our way to another state to visit some friends of hers when it happened. The next thing I knew we were pulled over on the highway, the car parked up against a concrete barrier, and she was screaming something to the effect of “WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE.” I sat in
Have you ever watched someone who is attempting to do something and not only are they not making any progress, but you can just tell that the way they are doing it is going to cause them to NEVER make any progress?“Um, excuse me, but maybe if you tried…” you try to say before they
Trust me, you are going to want to read this one through to the end…. It was almost exactly a year ago when I started this journey with you all. The blog went up in October but it wasn’t until Dec 23rd that my first article ran and a lot of you found me. I
I have a best friend that has the same name as me. She parents almost exactly like me, even has her kids on nearly the same diet as mine. We shopped for maternity clothes together and when it came time to have our sons baptized, she stood in front of the church and led the
Christmas growing up in my household, like many households, was basically like living in the movie “Groundhog Day” only with a holiday twist. Every year it was the same cast, same scenery, same lines, except we all just kept getting older and there was a Christmas tree. My father, having Aspergers syndrome, was extremely set
The kids and I put up our Christmas tree last night. It’s not the seven and a half foot tall, lush and well lit, sprinkled with “snow” tree that typically adorns my living room. It’s not decorated with the expensive Macy’s ornaments that my extended family purchased for me year after year (despite me telling
I broke up with The Detective Whose Name I Do Not Like. It sucks, I’m bummed, but I’m OK with it. Here’s the thing; He was great. No really, he was. I have absolutely no complaints about him whatsoever. Super sweet, thoughtful, good looking, responsible, etc, etc, etc, and yet I broke up with him
My husband said he was going to the store... and never came back. It's been a crazy life that's left me functional enough to survive yet dysfunctional enough to make me funny. I'm living my life devoid of most social graces while single parenting two young children and I absolutely love it....most days.
