I wonder why it took me so long to coin this term. In NO way is this a negative term, as much as it is a realistic label for the roller coaster of being a birthmom. Here are a few reasons why: 1) Crying and mourning never ends. It elevates as you walk through motherhood … Continue reading
Where do you draw the line? My patience and politeness have been slowly roasting in the oven of God for quite some time now. But today, just in the blink of an eye, a timer went DING, and out flew the two ingredient, slow-cooked concoction. Let me set the stage by giving one disclaimer … Continue reading
Lately, really emotionally heavy things are pouring in like waves from the ocean; they envelope me and then roll back–their saltiness remains. SATURDAY-TUESDAY First. 1. Discovered that a sweet neighbor 8 year old, who in in remission for ALL (leukemia), was just diagnosed with T1D. As if life wasn’t already hard enough for this … Continue reading
![The End – Day [THIRTY] #NAPOWRIMO](https://shabbysnap.files.wordpress.com/2015/05/img_5874.jpg?w=290&h=290&crop=1 "The End – Day [THIRTY] #NAPOWRIMO")
Is the beginning New chapter Phase season Cliche Wholly we know The end is the beginning The beginning is the end A circle indeed A cycle upon which We live, love and breathe Buckle up Get inside Expect a super bumpy ride Get dizzy Get frustrated Starting over Elevated Continue reading
![T1 Diabetes – Day [TWENTY-NINE] #NAPOWRIMO](https://shabbysnap.files.wordpress.com/2015/05/img_6005.jpg?w=290&h=290&crop=1 "T1 Diabetes – Day [TWENTY-NINE] #NAPOWRIMO")
That day October 8 2008 Died that day. The day sickness came Robbed the grin Forever changed the way I’d look At toddler video Or old picture book See the health In full bloom Days without shots Times without gloom Diabetes, you thief I abhor your silly same If human you were I’d murder you … Continue reading
![Grandma’s Home – Day [TWENTY-EIGHT] #NAPOWRIMO](https://shabbysnap.files.wordpress.com/2015/05/img_5351.jpg?w=290&h=290&crop=1 "Grandma’s Home – Day [TWENTY-EIGHT] #NAPOWRIMO")
grandmas house Smells of cookies Roast, potatoes Old home Creeks and gurgles Stories of times when Dad was young Times when cats were around Drop drop in the kitchen Music played near the sink Gospel hymns Through tin cans Bacon wafts in Christmas time Easter too Tall tales past bedtime Sneaking down the stairs at … Continue reading
