Hell is where the heart is

Talking about rape, abortion, adoptions - also the last 20 years of my life. Don't read it if you don't want to read about yucky stuff. Go anywhere else on my blog, there's plenty.

“Mommy, why did you get sick?”

As little as two months ago, that question would have started a shit-storm of self loathing, anger, and telling myself what a lousy Mom I am.  I don't think any parent wants their child to see them as weak, struggling, or sick.  I suspect it is even more so when the sickness in question is... Continue Reading →

New Author Alert

I decided to let my kids take a stab at blogging.  Shock is going to post here, too.  Take it away...Shock! hi everybody!  it's shock here. let's make a potion!We'll need ... witch nails toots celery butts a pot with  a spoon crunch up the witchnails.then put the toots and witchnails into the butts.shread the... Continue Reading →

One Mom’s Itchy Butt #3

I saw Guardians of the Galaxy #2 yesterday, so today, I'm geeking out.  We'll start with Chris Pratt's abs, and I'll just zone out and stay there.... haha I grew up on superheroes.  Batman and the X-Men were my absolute favorites.  I have always loved the idea of superpowers.  I genuinely wanted to shoot lightning... Continue Reading →

One Mom’s Itchy Butt #2

Yesterday's Post here One of the most difficult aspects of managing Bipolar is relationships.  Looking back on my life, I've always had friendships where it's almost immediate enmeshment, toxic, goes nuclear, and ends.  For most of my life, people would cut me out.  I would find myself begging people to forgive me or constantly seeking... Continue Reading →

My Butt is Out of Gas

(heh heh heh) In all seriousness, by Friday exhaustion consumes me.  Last night, I had great plans.  I was going to write, journal, meditate with some crystals, and possibly actually watch TV for once.  Naturally, after the kids went to bed around 9:30/10, I got myself comfortable on the couch and conked out.  I woke... Continue Reading →

I Am a Gazelle

Inspired (in part) by Africa ~ Toto I woke with the word Gazelle on my mind, and I assure you that I am not going to try to sell you exercise equipment - I want that out in the open. Today, I feel like a gazelle.  I woke smiling, happy, and excited.  (Good for you, I... Continue Reading →

By Any Other Name…

One we were, my blood became yours You slept on my heartbeat, your lungs grew with my air The tiniest treasure laid warm on my breast Infinity lacks the depth of your beauty While years, like water, ran through my hands Where a baby once slept, the future now stands As your dreams dance sweetly... Continue Reading →

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