Dark Eyes in a Dark Room

Dark Eyes in a Dark Room

The migraines are new. This time they hung around for a week like a wet cough that refuses to run its course. Pounding, right in the middle of her forehead. The pain so intense that while I couldn’t feel them for myself, I could see the effects of them on her face, in her mannerisms, in the way that she just wanted to lie down in our guest room with the blackout curtains drawn and the lights out. Continue reading Dark Eyes in a Dark Room

Panic at the Disco.

Panic at the Disco.

Moms are at times so insane because we are responsible for keeping another person alive! We become Mama Bears, or Helicopter Parents or Dragon Mothers because we have to. And it doesn’t matter if you’ve spent 9 months growing this person inside your body, or if you adopted, or had a surrogate, or whatever the case may be. The minute you become MOM, shit changes. Continue reading Panic at the Disco.