Thoughts on Trauma
The most difficult part of trauma is that most people don't like to use the word trauma. There is a misunderstanding that trauma is "so bad". If you had a bruise, it's skin trauma. All of us have had a bruise, so all of us have had some kind of skin trauma. To others, skin trauma means something "really bad" like someone shaved off your face and wore it. Not all of us have had our faces removed, but we have all had trauma. And we need to talk about it - because trauma can only be healed by being processed
The Giving Tree (A poem and painting with my daughter)
My daughter asked for us to collaborate on a picture and poetry again. She painted these beautiful works of art and I wrote this for her. She asked me to share it with "other kids who might like it too" So, let us know if your kids liked it! (My girl hustles if you... Continue Reading →
Questioning everything and deciding nothing
I'm dealing with a bunch of school stuff for the kids and it keeps bringing me back to these same several questions: -Is there a better way to educate kids? -Are we expecting too much of kids? -When do kids get to be kids? -When did childhood become synonymous with prep-for-adulthood? As if there is... Continue Reading →
Happy Depression Day!
Today is Mental Health Day. It would be swell if I got to deal with my mental health once a year. For me, and anyone else who struggles, every day is mental health day. Often “good” days can be tainted with a sense of wondering when the shit will hit the fan. The “bad” days... Continue Reading →
Winning
Proud mother congratulates herself for finally remembering to join the PTA. So on the ball, she thinks, as she sends her Venmo forgetting about her profile pic until the PTA responds ...this is why we can't have nice things 🤣🤣🤣
Gray
My daughter and I collaborated. Her pastel art from the first word that came to my mind (elephant) and I wrote a poem from her drawing. She thought other kids might like the drawing and poem.
The best moment yet
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 →
Hell is where the heart is
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.
Can You Hear Me Now? Good.
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 →
