Last night I wrote a long blog post. The words wouldn't come, which is fine - sometimes they don't. It was still long. It's hanging out in my drafts folder, but I don't feel like revisiting it this morning. Often, what we don't say is more telling than what we do. I'm here... On my … Continue reading Hello! How About a Picture
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From the Parenting Archives
"Who opened the maple syrup?" Long silence as both children pretend to be hard of hearing. I snag Wallace as he cruises through the kitchen, kneel down and look into his eyes (as all those experts recommend), "Wallace, please tell me what happened to the maple syrup." More silence coupled with darting brown eyes. I … Continue reading From the Parenting Archives
View From the Couch
So THIS happened over the weekend: Yes, friends, I jacked up my knee, so I'm practicing RICE. That's Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation. I forget that I'm clinically hyper until something of this nature forces me to sit still for extended periods of time. This is day three of this RICE jazz and I am over … Continue reading View From the Couch
I Need to Post So How About Some Fiction?
Hi, Friends! I've felt uninspired lately. More specifically, I've been full of dreadful negativity, so I've done more personal journaling instead of throwing down all the dirty dirty onto the page here at Grief Happens. I've missed posting, though, so I decided to pull some stuff from my drafts. The following is a rough draft/excerpt … Continue reading I Need to Post So How About Some Fiction?
Beauty, Brokenness, and a Little In Between
I'm wrestling with dropping words onto my screen in a conventional, orderly fashion. But I want to write. I ache to write, and at the moment it feels like the only thing that's just mine. It's also typically the one place I go to be raw, unfiltered and let the thoughts fly. But that won't … Continue reading Beauty, Brokenness, and a Little In Between
My Life May Be Many Things, but It’s Rarely Dull
We're still putting things back together after Hurricane Matthew. This will be a streaming sort of post; I could shoot for polished, but I want a finished product. My drafts folder is cluttered enough. The following story might paint a better picture of how this week is moving along: I cook more in the fall. … Continue reading My Life May Be Many Things, but It’s Rarely Dull
Thank you, Tiffany Higgins!
And now I'd like to thank the lovely, insightful, Tiffany Higgins. I only recently discovered this talent and am so happy I did. Tiffany is a freelance writer who can write most anything. She's also an award-winning children's author, and I can't wait to check out her books. Her blog is an intriguing mix and … Continue reading Thank you, Tiffany Higgins!
Thank You, Decoding Bipolar
I always have a difficult time accepting awards. I think it's my anxiety. I would rather hide. I also struggle with following rules, so there's that. Still, I am ALWAYS appreciative of my fellow bloggers who take the time to recognize my blog. First up, Decoding Bipolar nominated me for the Black Cat Blue Sea … Continue reading Thank You, Decoding Bipolar
Parenting With ADHD Feels Impossible: Part 2 — A Better Morning & Insight Into My Oldest Son
It's amazing how much better things look after a night of good sleep. I was vague yesterday, as I often am when trying to work out stuff in my mind. The short: This summer has been full of challenges in a variety of realms, but both Gil and I have noticed an increase in … Continue reading Parenting With ADHD Feels Impossible: Part 2 — A Better Morning & Insight Into My Oldest Son
White People: Be Quiet and Listen. It’s Time to Get Comfortable Feeling Uncomfortable
Here I am again, all perplexed, sickened, disenchanted, and angry. I woke up to headlines of another mother-flipping shooting, and I feel like I'm about to blow. Calm down, everyone. I strive to be a peace and love girl, and I've learned to channel my angst by grabbing a pen and paper or parking it … Continue reading White People: Be Quiet and Listen. It’s Time to Get Comfortable Feeling Uncomfortable
Grief Happens 