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I’m not here. Boo! But I’m hanging out some other places. Come find me there! I wrote about an odd little thing that Carter does (I know, I know; he does so many odd things, large and small.) to protect himself, essentially closing his eyes to information that he’s not ready to know. You . . . → Read More: Eyes Open, Eyes Closed My dogs knocked over the kitchen trash during the night last night and spread tissues and coffee grounds all over the house. Infuriating. I took Carter to get blood work done this morning and the orders weren’t in the computer system, so we have to go back again in the morning. Frustrating. It took . . . → Read More: All this, and yet… I don’t want to hurt my children, so I am not honest about the pain and anger I sometimes feel about being a parent. I don’t want to hurt my parents, so I am not honest about the wounds from which I am struggling to recover. I don’t want to hurt my sister, so . . . → Read More: I don’t want to hurt… The trouble with taking a sabbatical from blogging (or anything, really) is this: it’s hard to get back to it. Making it even harder for me is the fact that I have fallen down a rabbit hole, and it looks like this:
Yup, it’s a rabbit hole, the kind . . . → Read More: The Kind of Rabbit Hole Only a Nerd Could Love I’ve been sick for five days (I think? It could have been four. Or six.). Fever, coughing, stuffy head, gastrointestinal ickiness, the whole unlovely, unpleasant drill. My mind doesn’t understand the difference between staying in bed all day because of a virus, and staying in bed all day because of depression. If I stay . . . → Read More: Body Memory On September 13, 2001, I was home alone. I don’t remember why; there should have been kids in the house. Perhaps I wasn’t alone, and the kids were napping? In any case, I was at my desk, doing daycare paperwork, when the phone rang. The phone had been ringing a great deal. Everyone, it . . . → Read More: The World Is Burning Jacob is taking drivers’ education. Oh, you’re sweet. Yes, I was very young when he was born. Jacob is doing great with the whole learn-to-move-3,000-pounds-of-metal-down-the-road thing. I, on the other hand, had a hard time. Let’s look first at what I had to work with.
In my case, the family truckster . . . → Read More: Overcorrection Trichotillomania [trik-uh-til-uh-mey-nee-uh] tricho – hair till(ein) – to pluck or pull out mania – madness When I have trouble writing, the cause is usually a story right behind my eyes that’s clogging up the works. Not always; sometimes I just don’t have anything to say, but often, I’m gutless and full of . . . → Read More: Naked Eyes and Angst This is a guest post I wrote not too long ago for Erin. I wanted to reprint it here and make sure you all read it. Why? Two reasons. First, because I’m preparing another guest post for someone else and I need to buy myself a little time. Second, and more important, is this: . . . → Read More: Seen and Heard On July 4, 1997, my first husband, Robert, moved out of the house we shared. I went from stay-at-home, married mom of two babies to single, working, student mom of two babies. I was 26 years, 3 months, and 10 days old. I was adrift, completely unmoored from all that I believed about myself, . . . → Read More: Raw Divinity  |
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