When Enough Is Enough

When Enough Is Enough

Once my show is over I’ll calm down and start sleeping better. I just need to get through the end of this session of class. I’ll feel so much better when school is out for the summer. When the broken arm trauma isn’t so fresh, my anxiety will get better. I just need...
Baby Mine

Baby Mine

I like to retrace my steps. I’m probably understating that; sometimes I become obsessed with retracing my steps. That time Mom and I met in the Black Hills and I got so lost on the way up the mountain in the dark. Where did I make the wrong turn? I ponder it...
Enough With the Attacks on “Mommy Bloggers”

Enough With the Attacks on “Mommy Bloggers”

I am angry today. A fellow mother writer (guys, I still refuse to use the diminishing, irritating, patronizing moniker “mommy blogger”), Christie Tate, wrote about why she won’t stop writing about motherhood and she is being slammed big time all across the internet....
I Am Not Going Into 7th Grade

I Am Not Going Into 7th Grade

My daughter started middle school three weeks ago and it’s certainly had its ups and downs . . . I knew it would be tricky but I really wasn’t prepared for quite how much it would trigger me. I mean, opening the locker alone was enough to make me...
Beginnings, But Mostly Endings

Beginnings, But Mostly Endings

“Hi, Mama,” my 6th grader says as I walk up behind her. It’s Field Day, and she’s sitting with a group of her 12-year-old friends. Mama. She says it casually, naturally, just as when we are home, both she and her six-year-old sister alternate...