I married a teacher. I mean he wasn’t my teacher when I married him. That would be weird and illegal and make him old. I mean I happen to be married to a man who became a teacher. My brother
When I was in 4th grade I saw God. Well, at least that is what I told my friends. Brenda G had invited all of the important girls over for a sleepover. And by important, I mean, all the
I see you. Staring at the wall. Aching for the other moms across the room to make eye contact. Yet afraid of being noticed. Or drawing any attention to yourself. Holding in each breath, waiting for someone to whisper,
I opened up Pandora’s box last night and now I am regretting I ever did it. I am sitting here and my stomach is turning. I should eat something. I should eat cereal. Boxes of it. Cause boxes of cereal
2am. The clock said 2 am. Sitting up in bed watching the minutes go by. Begging the clock to go faster. If just for this night I needed it go faster. My hands clutching onto the side of my hair.
I remember thinking this is it. These are my last sane moments. The darkness wrapped like tar around my bones. I couldn’t breathe much less complete a sane thought. I would check my phone seeing if anyone had called me.
Second floor of the dorm, they had just completed it that spring. I lay on the bathroom floor. Cold tile against my ribs. Hair matted, crusted with last night’s red pasta sauce. Head propped on the toilet. Because of your wrath there is no
Let’s be honest. Sometimes January is hard. Some call it the “after Christmas blues”. I call it ” I want to have sand between my toes blues”. I am done with schedules and making lunches that don’t involve swimming somewhere in the day.
I secretly love watching people post all of the amazing things that they are going to do each year. I do the same thing. I start out determined that no carb will ever touch my lips again. That this will be