My dear sweet husband and I are house hunting. GET OUT. No you get out. I KNOW. Crazy, right? Now, while it's terribly exciting to think of living somewhere that actually allows my babes more than a few feet to circle like caged beasts, it's also terrifying and stressful and panic inducing. SO, while my …
Stroking Your Scars
We all have scars. I have a small line at the bottom of my stomach from a last minute C-Section that birthed two beautiful babies a year ago. I stroke that perfect scar often and reflect. I relish this scar. I remember exactly where I was and vaguely remember what happened. I remember the pain …
On Being Completely and Utterly Sad
Everybody wants you to STOP BEING SAD. Get happy! Smile! Screw that. If I need to feel sad, I feel sad, because in order to truly feel happy, I need the darkness. I'm just sad today. And that is OK. This sadness defies logic. It needs no real reason to creep in and take over …
Too Sober For This 