I am a teapot (minus the short and stout)...or should I say, a tea kettle.
There are moments in my day, week, or month where the "pressure"/emotions inside of me become so overwhelming that they have to find some outlet to release all that is about to combust inside of my heart.
I wonder how many decisions we make a day on average. Five? Fifty? Five hundred?
The small ones have never been of much consequence. Brush my teeth or not? Wear pink high heels or brown loafers? Watch The Nature of Things or 22 Minutes?Read more
5 weeks ago
things were perfect.
healthy, happy family.
11 minutes after 3:00pm
on that same day,
... but then, neither did you, right?
It's been one of those weeks ... and it's not even half way over yet!
I am totally sick of being a single parent. I'm tired of having to do all of this on my own when I really don't know what the hell I'm doing a lot of the time.Read more
So I checked out the uplifting song of Musical Monday, which I listened to several times last night...and it did inspire me and lift my spirits. Thanks Michele and I hope your are busy writing your next chapter right now!Read more
Much of the music that spoke to me right after Phil's death was important because the lyrics articulated feelings I was incapable of expressing. Even now, after writing countless words about my journey through the loss of my husband, there are times when nothing communicates my inner turmoil like the phrases penned by someone else.Read more
Friday was when it happened. Low white blood cells, he started a fever.
Today, Sunday, yes. That is the day today.
He has viral menengitis.
Why: adv. For what purpose, reason, or cause; with what intention, justification, or motive
Now we know there are definitions, but in this case it is three letters that come together to become a word that has a way of haunting those of us who have felt cheated of a lifetime with our soul mates.
"Why him?", "Why me?","Why us?", "Why so young?", "Why so suddenly?", "Why so violently?" ...and the list goes on.
As a widow with young children, the worst thing about parenting now is NOT watching fathers whirl their delighted little girls around in the air or push their little boys on the swings. It is NOT arriving to your child's dance recital alone and wishing that someone was there to experience the joy and pride with you. It is NOT that you are now the only one to remember the day of your little one's birth or what their first word was. It is NOT the strange and uncomfortable silence when your child announces to the check-out clerk that "daddy is dead". No, the worst thing about being a widowed parent is that you can't fix that their other parent is gone....forever.Read more
forgot to mention
when i went to
the doctor with madeline,