Less is seldom more. My son will move out of our house and into his college dorm next week. He drives me nuts. He’s been what they call a “challenge.” Loud, self-absorbed, and crazy moody. He still eats in his room, still tries to sidestep chores or responsibility, still runs at full speed and scares the crap out of me. He’s arrogant and selfish…
I have this thing with being left behind. I guess it’s an “issue.” I want to leave first, die first, I want to be the goer, doer. I’m not aware of any abandonment issues, and if I have them, it’s too late to delve into that mess. I’m an adult, a mom, who has a…
Middle. Cream filling, insulation, pages, jelly, core, down feathers. All are in the middle, tucked between two covers or layers. The heart is essentially in the middle, between the front and back of the body. Nestled and hidden, but essential. The chocolate cookies of an Oreo are crunchy and yummy, but it’s really about the…
My son is being a little shit lately. He’s actually well over six feet tall and seventeen years old, so I guess that makes him a big shit. He’s stormy, disrespectful, self righteous, ugly and cocky. He has all the answers. He’s conniving and manipulative. It’s super yucky and he makes me nervous. When we…
Warning: This post is a rant. If you are not in the mood, or you’re super sensitive, or maybe even if you bring your dog into Starbucks. You should close out and come back later. Take Our Daughters…and Sons to Work Day. Stop. This has really got to stop. The day was originally Take Our Daughters to…
Cotter was born two and a half weeks early. My blood pressure went up, seems about right, and he wanted out. He was well over seven pounds and sick of floating around waiting for his life to start. Cotter began taking formula and cereal early too, he ate like a truck driver. He hated being…
