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
I’ve been thinking about you a lot these past few weeks. It’s not fair that you didn’t get a chance … Continue reading 5 Weeks, 5 Days
When I got the offer to relocate to Charlotte, North Carolina, it was a mix of emotions for myself and … Continue reading Moving: Or How I Almost Became a Murderess (not really)
Before you read the rest of this post, here is what I want you to know.
I love my Dad. Continue reading Making Amends
I honestly can’t remember what I said to my best friend when my husband died. I assume it was a … Continue reading What Turns a Friend into a ‘Chosen Sister’?
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.
Georgie was hard to miss. Dark curls sitting like a crown atop his head. Eyes so brown and deep you swear they’re seeing right through you. Olive skin, a nod to his Italian heritage. You know what really attracted me though? He looked like he smelled good. I’m not kidding. He looked like he would have one of those natural scents that were jam-packed with pleasant pheromones. Continue reading Start in the Middle.