Fade In/Fade Out was playing. She grabbed my hand, then reached up and grabbed his. Ty grabbed Evan’s and we all pulled each other close. We sang every word together. It’s moments like this...where everything is too perfect for comprehension and you will your brain and heart to record every microsecond. The dimples, crinkled noses... Continue Reading →
Talking about rape, abortion, adoptions - also the last 20 years of my life. Don't read it if you don't want to read about yucky stuff. Go anywhere else on my blog, there's plenty.
As I'm struggling with being a member of the 51st state in Special Education, feeling as though the IEP I moved here with is about as useful as the tissue I keep rage crying in, I can’t help but ask a lot of questions. Mainly, I wonder how it is we all collectively as parents... Continue Reading →
Evan and I have been so fortunate to have so many changes and blessings since his new job. One thing I've been able to do is surprise the kids with whatever pops in my brain to make them smile Amazon had a lightning deal for a butterfly garden. We got the caterpillars and our butterflies... Continue Reading →
My kids are making friends with their bullies, and I’m bragging about it
Long ass post...written as a reminder for yours truly more than anyone. I am reading The Secret right now, which is essentially a Cliffs notes of a Course in Miracles (or the source material for most self help anything’s) But I mean, read anything and gratitude will always come to the forefront. No matter how... Continue Reading →
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 →
My first ever Fucked Up Fairy Tale. 1. Didn't an act of love seal Little Red's fate? Sure, Grandma wasn't there, but here's the truth from that day (if you care): Red was planning a special date. She was so sick of Granny's critical stares, a cross-dressing wolf - especially male -was to Red delightful... Continue Reading →
