Mom fail. Part 2.

Crying over spilled milk, or Benadryl in my case. What is it about 10 ml of liquid medicine being spilled upon my kitchen table that can make me jump off the deep end, lose my mind and fly off to the CooCoo nest? For real.  Not askin' for a friend, this was legit my deal. … Continue reading Mom fail. Part 2.

Perspective….

I have a common thread weaving through the tapestry of my life right now.  Struggle. Not that I am personally facing a monumental struggle, in fact, I finally feel like I am walking in the light after years OF struggle.  It's the struggle of those around me that find me still facing the war of … Continue reading Perspective….

Exhausted….

That loaded word.  It circulates through our day and drags us down into the trenches.  It shortens our temper and pulsates our eyes.  Exhaustion. As a mom this word has become my new norm.  It's no longer that weird feeling but the daily feeling.  Almost so that if I actually get a good nights sleep … Continue reading Exhausted….

Finding my passion.

As long as I can remember, writing has poured from my fingers the way paint splashes onto a canvas.  The words, the thoughts,  just left my head as if they had been stored there for that exact moment in time.  I recall one year when I was probably 10 years old, deciding to make a … Continue reading Finding my passion.