Trying to make sense out of the senselessness

Like most of you, I am struggling. I am trying to find a way to cope. I have busied myself. I have wrapped Christmas presents, addressed Christmas cards, and tried to desperately lose… Continue reading

Blessed x 3

Sometimes, there are not words big enough to hold all you feel. You can wrap them in parenthesis, question marks, and exclamation points but it’s still not enough. You can alter the tone… Continue reading

A letter to Santa from a delusional middle-aged mother!

Dear Santa, I am writing to you to clear a few things up between us. This may sound crude but here goes. I do not believe in you, not an ounce, not a… Continue reading

Mommy in a bottle

This mommy isn’t much different from any other mommy. I am a little Florence Nightingale and a lot Genie in a bottle. I have a deep maternal urge to dry every tear, kiss… Continue reading

Beauti-fall

Last weekend, we decided to board a train at Hill View Farms We hopped on a horse’s back, when the tracks ran out.. We got lost in a maze of crazy cornstalks And,… Continue reading

Down a rabbit hole

Today, I am certain I tumbled down a rabbit hole Fell harder and further than Humpty Dumpty But I only cracked my looking glass and not my soul I ran straight into a… Continue reading

The Perfect Date

Way back when I used to “Date”, I considered the night out, simply perfect, if it began with a decent dinner, then a good movie, where I would hold hands and lay my… Continue reading

The other half of the story

“I mean, one way or another, everyone goes down the aisle with half the story hidden.” -Violet, the Dowager Countess, Downton Abbey I felt a soft blow when I heard this quote recently… Continue reading

Gone Girl, Gone

Sometimes, I see her… I catch a glimpse of her in a devilish grin Or an eyes wide open surprise I feel her beneath the surface Treading water, one frantic stroke after another… Continue reading

I am going to miss this

Some days are a lot like today. They are chalked full of crayon graffiti on the walls, head spinning and feet stomping toddler tantrums, never ending messes that need cleaned, faces that need… Continue reading