Maybe it's being smack in the middle of the fuck-it-forties, maybe it's waking up every single morning and having my heart in my throat as to what horrendous things have happened as we slept, but this sobriety sweet 16 seems more fragile now than ever. I remember very little about actually being 16. I remember …
Learning how to hurt and then how to heal at age 4 and 44
There's a pattern to their fights. To their skirmishes. To their kerfuffles. They are four. They are twins. They wrestle and touch each other CONSTANTLY until it gets to be too much and somebody snaps. When they push each other down and call each other names and maybe even bust out an I HATE YOU, I …
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Taping the Good Parts
My kids have been having their fair share of bad dreams lately, which basically means they both (because how could it be only one) pad down to our room in the middle of the night and get in our bed for a few minutes until they feel better and then climb back up the stairs …
Too Sober For This 