It Coulda Been Worse
Sunday, November 28, 2010

Happy friggin holidays. Pass the vodka.

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Every year it's the same. "Let's get the tree out and decorate it!!!" Silence. Crickets chirp. A baby cries. Mark stares a...
Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Actual Conversation

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Mama? Yes? I'm hungry. Okay. Whatcha want? Hmmmm. *puts finger seriously on chin, eyes half closed* *I tap my foot* Maaaamaaaa, I am si...
Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Lily

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Okay, so here it is. I am a really sensitive person. Stop laffin. I am! Truly. I remember everything anyone has ever said to me. Any hurt, a...
Thursday, November 18, 2010

In which I wax poetic. Or just my legs. Or none of the above.

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I am utterly in love with my life. I love my kids, I love my hubs, I love my new house. I am blessed. But. There are days. Oh there are days...
Wednesday, November 17, 2010

The end of lonely girl

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All my life I have struggled to fit in. In younger days, I was chubby and awkward. In middle school days,I was chubby and in foster care. In...
Thursday, November 4, 2010

03.11.10

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The day is dreary and gray. The rain falls off and on. I sit on the floor and play with my son. We giggle. We romp. He eats cheerios and I s...
Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Lily

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I look at your face your eyes your sweet cupid bow lips and I see your face nestled against me firstborn, warm from the womb and then you sp...
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