Have you ever heard the song "Landslide" by Fleetwood Mac? In the live version, Stevie Nicks begins it by saying "this is for you daddy." However, I have read that the song is more about relationships and sacrifices. And as of late, I find myself listening to this song, and thinking about my own life. … Continue reading I’ve Been Afraid of Changing….
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
My parents were divorced when I was five years old. It was tough seeing my dad move out of our home, and it was lonely having just my mom and I in the house. I would go see my dad occasionally, and I always cried when I had to leave him. It was a tough … Continue reading Man – o – Man
We have three wonderful children, and we are not having any more. Really. Not even if I wanted to. The fact that we were actually able to have our third child is a miracle in itself. A year prior to becoming pregnant with her, I was told it would be nearly impossible to get pregnant … Continue reading A Last Set of Firsts
My mom forgot my son's birthday. You read that right. She plain forgot. She does every year. She can remember my two daughters' birthdays, but can never remember my son's. I hate it, and I hate the sadness that it brings. I watch him get excited for the mail to come, and each day that … Continue reading Some Things Just Sting a Little More….
Have you ever given any thought to what the best day of your life has been? I mean truly stop and think hard about what was the best day you have ever had. Is it easy? Is it hard to do? Today, my youngest daughter was telling me how she felt bad for me being … Continue reading Best Day
In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt: "There’s No Place Like Home." I moved a bit when I was young. My parents divorced when I was 5, and my dad moved out and got a new place to live. Our house, that used to be our home, didn't feel the same after he left. There … Continue reading Homeward Bound