Posted in February 2011

doctors for all my friends

This is my temporary home It’s not where I belong. Windows and rooms that I’m passin’ through. This is just a stop, on the way to where I’m going. I’m not afraid because I know this is my Temporary home ~ Carrie Underwood, Temporary Home * OK, so the other day I briefly alluded to … Continue reading

anger revisited

** In yesterday’s post, I alluded to the anger that had overtaken me after seeing my baby struggle. Some of you very generously worried that I wasn’t allowing myself to process that anger – that I was bottling it up and stuffing it down, the things we all do so well and that eventually damn … Continue reading

and … pencils down

* Those of you who have been around here long enough know that I have an extremely limited window in which to write. As in EXTREMELY limited. As in not really a window, but more of a porthole. I write between 4:30 am and 5:30. Yes, in the morning. As in AY EM. As in … Continue reading

a gift given twice

  Katie has been hanging out with me and my dear friends, Drama Mama and Mom-NOS in the kitchen. She’s buzzing around sprinkling electric energy in her path. She is offering up ‘Spa Services’- clutching a mesh bag full of nail polishes and another stuffed with makeup, eager to find someone – anyone – who … Continue reading