Mother’s Day... it’s a quirky little holiday. There is probably some heartwarming story behind it, I've probably read it, if you want to... you'll have to Google it. I'm more than a little ambivalent about the holiday. For the first few years of motherhood you have to rely on the largess of Baby Daddy. He's … Continue reading Mother’s Day (off)
We were gods
We thought we were gods No mere mortal could touch us We were such children * Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL. * In a little over a month, my husband and I will celebrate our 25th anniversary. Looking back on our wedding photos, I'm amazed at how young we were, how little … Continue reading We were gods
Like mother, like daughter
Last weekend my daughter marked a very significant milestone. My mother and her husband made the trip from Tennessee to be with her during this important event. Throughout my entire life, my mom has fussed about her weight. In my childhood memories, I saw her as heavy, when in actuality she was average size. Her … Continue reading Like mother, like daughter
Never assume
We never spoke of his father, and it felt disrespectful to ask anyone else. I assumed he was dead. After the ceremony, standing next to my new husband in the receiving line, I knew before I saw him that something was wrong. I got that weird sensation that someone was watching me, then everything went … Continue reading Never assume
Commencement
This weekend my family was in Tallahassee to witness our oldest, our first-born graduate from college. Saturday morning JM and about 1,300 of her classmates were bestowed their degrees in the second of three commencement ceremonies. I was surprised that I maintained composure as well as I did. I choked up during the National Anthem … Continue reading Commencement
A power unto her own
One step closer to your future One step further from me That tenuous cord Stretching, pulling, near its breaking point I knew, I felt the moment You were a part of me Before blue lines Before white coats You are still nestled Beneath my heart You can still Take my breath away You can still … Continue reading A power unto her own
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