As a kid I was told that I had strange reactions to things. I'm not crazy about this label, but it's kind of true. If I bump my head I get angry and have been known to stomp and throw things. A normal reactor would probably cry or at least say that it hurt. I … Continue reading Awards, Guilt, and Gratitude
Mamala
‘Tis the Season to Get My House Together
I need for life to get back to normal. I'm ready for my sweet children to go back to school. They've been out since the 18th. As I'm typing this and trying to work on some other projects, Wallace, my four-year-old is tying up my rain boot with the cord to the blinds in my … Continue reading ‘Tis the Season to Get My House Together
I Hurt Too Much to Blog
Typically, writing is healing for me, but lately it just feels like one more thing to do. I've been surviving each week by focusing on my kids and staying busy. I just don't want to be still long enough to feel the pain. I'm a big believer in working through difficult situations, but I'm trudging … Continue reading I Hurt Too Much to Blog
Here Comes Crazy
Mamala called yesterday and announced that she'll be arriving around lunchtime today. She also informed me that she will be staying in a hotel. Okay then. That's my mother for you, a big bag of nuttiness packaged neatly -- Southern, blond, appropriate, and Republican. Bless her heart! And mine as well. In preparation for her … Continue reading Here Comes Crazy
Grief Happens 