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
I bought the high chair at a rummage sale. It was wooden with chipped, white paint flaking the sides. I had known from the moment I saw it that I wanted it to be mine. It reminded me of high
I have a love/ hate relationship with fall. Unlike some people I love that the leaves change color, long sweaters and scarves, curried squash soup, sleeping with the windows open, apple picking, everything pumpkin (except PSL , that’s just gross)
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
Sweet girl , I see you. Roaming aimlessly through the grocery store, legs heavy, wondering if anyone else can see. I can see that it took every fragment of energy you could assemble just to get dressed today. Trying not to make