For the MOdern MOm
You Can’t Make This Shit Up
A Mother's Loving Retrospective - The feeling of satisfaction I get when matching the pile of single socks I have had nowhere to put is likely an inappropriately high response. I think squealing might be overkill. - I am attempting to buy healthier snacks and whatnot because I want to take pictures and tell Facebook... Continue Reading →
So Many Windy Days at the Beach
I suppose If you ask What haunts me the most It would be the ghost of the flames I snuffed When I had Flicked my finger Far too quickly Ever so eager To light the very flame That my impatience Had snuffed Once Again. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wohIPSEAItk https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WmIlHih0UKM
You Can’t Make This Shit Up
See these pants? These are awesome pants. They are bright purple, fuzzy, AAH! Real Monsters pajamas. These awesome pants took her youngest to the bus this morning. The woman in these awesome pants had a feeling there were going to be problems, but didn't think about pants. Because she doesn't think about pants. Today, however,... Continue Reading →
You Can’t Get to Heaven without E-van
I saw a poem on Facebook this morning, and I posted it to the Husband's timeline, because it has never felt like a more accurate description. "...To be loved like a poet loves words..." My God, I feel like every time I write a poem it's some sort of vocabularian masturbation. Word whacking aside, this... Continue Reading →
Even the Smallest Candle Burns Brighter in the Dark
Good morning! It's 4:24 AM, and I've been up for almost an hour. I went to bed at 1. I have typed and retyped something about 50 times. My mind argues with everything I do or don't do. Imagery of my brain 's current functionality: So, everything is essentially both at the same time. I... Continue Reading →
From the Editor…
For the Modern Mom I don't generally do a behind the scenes on anything I word vomit on this screen...I apologize, shitty marketing strategy: I do not generally do a behind the scenes on any of the shit I shit out on this itchy assed blog (for good measure poop)... but this is one I'd... Continue Reading →
The Ride of a Lifetime
Jess knew this one was special as soon as she swiped right. She could see a loss or some desperate plea in his eyes, and she felt a connection immediately. Jess didn’t question it because questions lead to too many thoughts. Too many thoughts lead Jess to do questionable things, so she has consistently found... Continue Reading →
Just a Slice
I took my pen and carved my flesh, to see what hid inside Black blood oozed slowly, leaking tears left me blind Tacky, sticky comfort revealing all the truth I denied In the flaps of my skin, I saw scars hidden My very nature is sin, reflected hatred given Down to the bone, the poison... Continue Reading →
