I was 13 when I had my first drink. At least one that led to a total blackout. Maybe I’d had a taste before when I was younger but not like this. This time I was dead weight in my fathers arms on a gorgeous September evening. Now being a parent myself I can only … read on….
I get it. Personally, I hate writing capital letters. It stops my flow when the words are actually and finally breaking through. Sometimes I find myself trying to write as fast as I can so I’m not late for work. But, you can’t rush moments. Feeling. Breathing. Life. I know we’re all pressed for time. But … read on….
I’ve been sweating over a Valentine’s post for weeks now. I tried to write about the heart and it’s precarious balance of fragility and will. It became a daunting task. I tried to recall the loves of my life. I imagined a sweet and gentle stroll down memory lane. But that jaunt was quickly paved with sharp, crushed shards of my poor … read on….
They say that diamonds are a girl’s best friend. Oh, I love sparkly things – don’t get me wrong. But when it comes to watching trash tv, joining me on long walks listening to my woes, and passing no judgment when i wear the same clothes 2 days (and maybe one night) in a row…diamonds got nothing … read on….
My father had a heart attack last Sunday. it was the last thing we expected. he never had heart trouble – a little indigestion on occasion – but nothing that ever would have alluded to the possibility of an actual medical emergency. he complained of indigestion and then woke my mother up when it didn’t … read on….
At first I felt like a laundress. Surrounded by piles of clean clothes and dirty towels creating an obstacle course on the entire second floor, I was scrubbing grass stains out of my son’s Nike “tights” when suddenly it dawned on me that grass stains are a beautiful thing. In a world of screens, over scheduling and … read on….