everydayjill

She is sick and I know the mortality rate for her illness is higher than any other mental illness. Schizophrenia, bipolar, depression, associative disorders, all of the labels that make ‘normal’ people shudder- they have a higher rate of survival than anorexia.  Read more >

I miss my boy.   Read more >

The first time that I consciously remembered the taste of being poor was in middle school. I babysat often for a wealthy woman in our small town. She had two young sons whom I watched and a daughter who was about ten years older than me. I watched the boys several times a week and idolized V, their older sister. She went to the local university and came home sporadically while I was there.  Read more >

I had this idea that my ex, affectionately known as Douchebag, and I could figure out how to get along after the divorce. I envisioned us marrying/dating people who would be wise enough to realize that positive relationships are good for every party involved. I daydreamed that we could even work out some sort of friendship after a bit of time. I assumed that any adult we brought into our respective lives would love and adore our kiddos and be beneficial to them.  Read more >

Supertween. Good God, I love my girl. I usually love these tween years. I love how she has one foot in little girl-ness and one foot in growing up. She plays with Littlest Pet Shop animals but she also wants skinny jeans. She likes Spongebob but also wants to be Angelina Jolie kicking arse and taking names.  Read more >