My husband’s yelling woke me up. Then I heard the home security alarm. I hurled myself out of bed and looked at our alarm system flashing red, and wanted to cover my ears to shield against the piercing beep. But there was the yelling. And the scrambling. And oh my God, is someone…Continue Reading
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An Update
As you can tell from my recent posts, I’m currently in PMS Week #3. Also, in Week #1. Don’t ask for clarification. I’ll get all Week #2 on your ass.
Days Gone By
As I fastened my daughter in her car seat this morning, I glimpsed a woman in the car next to mine, hunched over the steering wheel, sobbing. My heart connected with hers in that moment and I so wanted to knock on the window and ask if she was all right. But I…Continue Reading
From Whence I Came
I took her Cadillac the day we spread her ashes. It was a long drive from San Diego to Bodega Bay, but it gave me time to think, which I did, sometimes reluctantly. And as freeways gave way to greened two-lane roads, I lulled myself into thinking everything would be OK. Of course, it never…Continue Reading
It’s Coming
My pancake this morning. I know it’s blurry and amorphous. Why don’t you just shut up? This morning I made my oat pancake with 75% expired ingredients. This can only mean one thing: I’m PMSing. Since I suffer from anxiety, it makes sense that I also get PMS. I believe they’re branches of…Continue Reading
Because It Used To Be All About Me
My daughter turned four this weekend and for kicks, I looked back at my other blog, the one I shall not name, for posts I wrote while I was pregnant with her. And I found one. But instead of being about her, it was about me — sick and in the throes of early…Continue Reading
Happy Slip
Yes, indeed.
Really? The Sex and the City Guy?
Have you read the Memory of Running? You should. Then, please tell me who the author played in Sex and the City. It wasn’t the senator, right?
Learning to Forgive Update #3
This is part 3 from my Road to Oprah series. (I was inspired by my dream last night). This is part 1. And part 2. I’ve been avoiding this. There’s way more to work through than I originally thought. Because I started with my mom. And that’s the hardest person to forgive.…Continue Reading
Ask. And You Shall Receive.
Straight from my dream brain to you. I really wanted to blog last night. But I drew a blank, so I began to talk about mucous again, which happens when I’m nervous. I fortunately threw that post to the curb and took to a fitful sleep. The Universe must have taken pity…Continue Reading
Hhhhaiku! God Bless You.
Despite the above, I don’t think you should vote for me. Vote for the haikus you like best. Because I’m OK with not being the best. Although it’s a lot of fun when I am. You know, I had a rough childhood. Always feeling like second best. Never really being…Continue Reading
5 3 Things I Can Do Now to Be a Better Mom
Oh, I talk a good game. In conversations with friends, teachers, and family, I focus on the wholesome, positive things I do as a mom, but the truth is, I can do better. This isn’t a putdown. It’s the truth. I know I’m not doing my best. As my daughter told me the…Continue Reading
