Have you ever heard of the sandwich season of life? It occurs when you are still in the stage of taking care of your own children, while now having to worry about and possibly take care of your parents. One thing that I seem to continuously forget is that as I age, and my children … Continue reading The Sandwich Season
Emotions
I’m Not You
It's tired, that thing that you do. Where you expect me to be just like you. But maybe I think differently, and maybe I feel compassionately, my heart on my sleeve. Why do you think I need to react indifferently, like the way that you do? I'm not you. I'm tired of wandering through. … Continue reading I’m Not You
Don’t Speak
Some things are best not spoken about left alone to grow cobwebs and dust. The moments in time that proved to be too much, too heavy, too raw are better left alone. For heads grow heavy and souls grow weak when burdens are too much to bear. It's of these moments we mustn't speak, … Continue reading Don’t Speak
Trees
The trees seem to speak as they wave in the wind. The branches are broken apart yet they stand. Can they feel emotions as you and I? Do they suffer from heartache, and will they break down and cry? Leaves seem to whisper that they know more than they say. Can they too keep secrets … Continue reading Trees
Secrets
We joked in the kitchen, sun shining through the window, about how you had a secret life, filled with people only you know. But a dream brought to light secrets that you tried to delete. I kept scrolling and scrolling, uncovering more heinous deceit. Twenty years were a facade? I can only imagine the depths, … Continue reading Secrets
I’m Tired
It does not take much for him to be distant and cold, very mad at me. All I have to do is speak my mind, have a different opinion for him to unwind. The blow back is fierce when I've half a smile and act upset even just for a while. Empathy is escaping from … Continue reading I’m Tired
It Can’t Rain All The Time
My grandfather died last Friday. I am heartbroken, as he was one of the most influential people in my life. I could go on and on about how loving and strong he was. When I was little, I swore he was actually John Wayne. His name was John after all, and he wore a cowboy … Continue reading It Can’t Rain All The Time
Don’t Tell Me What To Do
Why are we a society of people pleasers? What happened to being able to think for ourselves, and decide what makes us feel happy solely based on it making us happy? Even in the 4th grade I am watching it play out, and I can't help but feel sad for the future of those already … Continue reading Don’t Tell Me What To Do
You No Longer Know
I had to write a villanelle style poem for my college writing class, and I thought I would share it here. It is about the loss of a very good friend, and the feelings around losing him inspired this piece. (This is my original work, and I own the rights to it) You No Longer … Continue reading You No Longer Know
We Must Entertain
"I don't have any friends!" That is what I have heard this year, more times than I would care to mention, from my youngest daughter, who just turned ten. I have witnessed old friendships fall to the wayside, and I have seen with my own eyes the way these old "friends" treat her at school. … Continue reading We Must Entertain
Always Be You
Have you ever had one of those "momma bear" moments? You child tells you someone has hurt them, or hurt their feelings, and you instantly become consumed with anger, as you want to make it all right for your child. But what do you do when you are a logical thinker, and know that anger … Continue reading Always Be You
It’s a Sweater
It has been a tough couple of weeks. I feel like I am trying to hold everything together, but the harder I try, the worse it all gets. It is like I am holding this ball of yarn, with the intentions of making a sweater. But as I try to begin to unwind it, the … Continue reading It’s a Sweater
We Have to Be Honest With Ourselves
It is raining today, and the weather seems to imitate my mood. Lately I have felt so weighed down and defeated. I am not really sure why. Perhaps it is the current state of hate that our country is in, though I will not get political in this post. My oldest daughter, who is 16, … Continue reading We Have to Be Honest With Ourselves
I’ll Be Sad If I Want To
Ever since the morning I heard of Chris Cornell's untimely passing, I have been in a funk. I still function, and go about my day, but there is this lingering dark cloud always near me. The cloud of sadness, the cloud of mourning. Though we never met, I feel like he has been with me … Continue reading I’ll Be Sad If I Want To
I’m The Weird Mom
Spring is here!!!! Isn't it? Currently there is a winter weather watch just to the west of us.....and tomorrow is May 1st. Crazy! I'm the weird mom who is secretly hoping for a snow day tomorrow. You think I am crazy, right? Because we have already had a lot of snow days this year, and … Continue reading I’m The Weird Mom
If I Could Turn Back Time
Have you ever thought that if you could just go back to one specific point in time, you would make a completely different choice, and this would change the path of your life that lead to where it is now? I have several of those specific points. Sometimes I find myself in a position where … Continue reading If I Could Turn Back Time
Andy’s Story
We lost our dear friend Andy in January. I was approached by the producer from KWIT, our local public radio station, about writing a piece to honor our friend. Andy loved listening to public radio. 🙂 After several edits of a longer piece I wrote, we finally ended with the perfect story. At first, I … Continue reading Andy’s Story
Nothing
Mumbling fool you did it again, Waiting for the night to come to its end. You stomp and you stagger all through the hall, Loudly declaring you're ready to brawl. It's tired this way of drowning yourself. Tedious is the way you handle it now. Nobody minds if you miss a meal, Nobody cares how … Continue reading Nothing
This Dream
Of this dream I remember well, all of the sights and all of the smells. We walked along, you touched my face. Helplessly I fell into your embrace. We were one, you and I, and time just seemed to trickle by. I awoke feeling happy and free, only to realize you weren't really with me. … Continue reading This Dream
The Reality of March 15th
March 15th has a sting to it. The kind like cold winter air hitting your warm face. A sting like a knife slowly pressed into your soul, never to be removed again. March 15th carries the weight of the world's saddest souls, and only casts shadows among the living on this day. March 15th is … Continue reading The Reality of March 15th
