My daughter started seeing the grief counselor at school three weeks ago. She goes once a week and they talk about loss. After her first appointment I asked her what she talked about and she said “the lady asked me to tell her something sad that happened to me. I told her that we had
It’s November again, which for all of my American counterparts means that we are gearing up to celebrate the holiday of Thanksgiving. Again, if you are one of my American counterparts, you might be seeing your Facebook newsfeed filling up with the “30 days of thankfulness” status updates. For those of you who are unfamiliar
It’s been awhile since I generally updated you on my life, hasn’t it? Sometimes life just sort of snowballs on me and then suddenly I realize that I haven’t updated you on certain things in a while. So, I guess it’s about time that I catch you up on a few things! The Boy Child
I know, the title, but come on, it wouldn’t really be my blog without at least one slightly inappropriate innuendo, now would it? Ok, now GET YOUR MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER. I saw my mother at the grocery store the other day. I needed to go to the health food store and I drove
For years I was doing everything for my ex while I desperately tried to hold him together during the height of his drug addiction. Getting him up for work, getting him in the shower, setting out his clothes, making his breakfast, packing his lunch, and the list just goes on. Every ball he dropped I
The first time I found myself standing in a courtroom was when I was 18 years old. Several months earlier I had broken up with a guy that I had been dating for two years. The break up was bad; so bad in fact that the next morning when the police showed up at my
It was one of those mornings. You mom’s know what I’m talking about, it was one of those mornings. It all started with a banana. I made breakfast for the kids, putting two waffles and a banana on each child’s plate. As I went to hand the Girl Child her plate, she said to me
**Forgive me for the quality of some of these photo’s, I took a lot of them on a disposable camera and since I don’t have a scanner, I literally took a picture of a picture and posted them here.** When I was 15 (16?) my parents sent me on a work camp trip over the
“This is all your fault! I don’t want you to be my mommy anymore! I want a dad and all I have is you! I have no one! I only have you! I don’t have anything everyone else has and this is all your fault!!!” Those words cut me to the core in ways that
My friend looked at me, eyes wide open, unsure if she should applaud my creativity or call social services on me. “Well, what was I going to do?” I said. “I’d rather have her scared than dead.” I was referring to the fact that after several gun related incidents with a few of my daughters
It’s Domestic Violence Awareness Month!!! Let’s pretend for a minute that you guys don’t know me and allow me to take a minute to introduce myself: **************************************************************** I already know what you are thinking, “I don’t need to hear anymore about domestic violence because I already know what it is!!” Trust me, you don’t. Do
The Girl Child’s new window finally went in!! When they were taking it out they showed me the spot where the BB bullet had hit the window. Can you see the big bowed crack? I kept waiting for the glass to fall out because when the wind would blow, the two broken halves would flex
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.
