Life Is To Blame
I don’t have a name for it. It’s a feeling, instead. It’s like a gremlin sitting on my chest, pushing the air out of me enough so that I can breathe in enough to stay alive, but not quite enough
Lion’s Pride
Thus far I have twice had moments where I was knee-knockingly, jaw-droppingly proud of my son. I am proud of him all the time – when he is kind and thoughtful, when he writes his name while concentrating so hard
Acceptance
Yesterday I walked into the ladies’ room at work for a quick toilet break. When I walked in, there were three heavily pregnant women, rubbing their stomachs and chatting with each other. I briefly thought it was the making of
Rainy Days and Monday Always Get Me So Below Par It Bypasses “Down”
I am borrowing my format from the amazing May today, whom I believe will not mind because she is the most share-y person I know (that’s a good word, right? Share-y? Instead of generous, I mean, share-y will work?) but
SWAK
A lovely friend of mine posted something on Facebook the other day, which then led to a rather surprising discussion. I’m bringing it here, because I found it so odd, so left field, that I had never given it a
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