What You Oughta Do Is

Several thoughts for today’s post had been churning around in my head all day. I couldn’t settle in on what to write about. Each topic will eventually bubble to the top and make it to the page…but today…none of the ideas were firing off the neurons in my head…none were awakening the impulses that normally produce a tsunami of words pouring out through my hands. My fingers usually racing over the keyboard in a vain attempt to keep up with the thoughts transported by the synapses. I frequently struggle to get the images in print before the electrical impulses discharge somewhere along the way. ...more

A Valentine's Gift that Melts your Heart

Valentine’s Day is a bitter sweet holiday.  For those with a romantic relationship, it's a good time to remind our partner how much they mean to us and when it is reciprocated, it is a magical day. For those without a special someone, it can be an annoying hindrance as friends and co-workers squeal with delight about receiving flowers and the restaurants get too busy to offer the usual menu items we like....more

What a Mother teachers her daughter

I've always said that I don't want to be my daughter's friend. She's in college now, and nothing's changed. - We're never EVER gonna be club pals. Hellllllll nawwwwwwwwwww!- She's not gonna be able to be around me cussing up a storm. - We won't get matching tattoos.- Yes and No Ma'am will never become an outdated way of replying to my questions.- I'm not going to hit her up for money when I blow through mine, or expect her to cover me on my bills.- We will not date out of the same pool of guys....more

I am Afraid of My Twelve-Year-Old Daughter

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6th Grade Homework = Migraine + Connection

As I sit here writing this, I have a splitting headache that has so far not responded to twice the recommended dose of Advil and I am sporting a grin a mile wide. Yes, you read that right. ...more

Surviving a Volcano of Hate with Mother-Love

The most hateful hate I have ever known erupts like lava from the volcano that is Eve. Accelerated by the steam of fear and frustration inside this eleven-year-old body it destroys all in its path indiscriminately. It is not about chores or homework or curfew, although that is the story. As her mother, I want to know what lies at the core, what is driving this fear and sadness. ...more
You describe it so well. I remember that anger, I had it for so long. It would bubble under the ...more