On this Father’s Day let us recognize, not only the men who made babies and are raising them, but more importantly the men who didn’t have to. To all of the fathers out there who love their kids, biological or otherwise, we solute you. Continue reading →
It happens every day. Multiple times a day. I receive a text or a phone call and the first question asked is, “How are the kids?” If you are a mother like me, you know this all too well. “How are the kids,” is a question we answer to just about every person we talk with, whether it’s online, in person or over the phone. People want to know about the kids. Well, what about me? I want someone to ask me how I am doing, how MY day going, what’s new in my world,
The three birds flew through the cloudy skies of northern California due north on that brisk January morning. The three friends; a Crow, a Pigeon and a Blue Jay, would have made a strange picture had anyone with a camera and telephoto lens had the mind to snap a shot. Much higher in altitude, hundreds of Canadian Geese flew in perfect V formation in exactly the opposite direction.
“Hey,” squawked the crow, “there’s another group of Canadians flying in the wrong direction. Why do you suppose they are so confused?” She tried to point upwards with her right wing, instead Continue reading →
Do you ever wonder what happened to people with low self-worth, low self-esteem, and little to no self-confidence? It seems that these people end up one of two ways, either they drift off into the shadows of life and harbor their disgust of it, or they project their unhappiness onto others. Have you heard that old saying? It is simple and true. “Misery loves company.” I am personally struggling with this issue. As I write this, I’m being bullied, and have been for the last several years. In my case, and most cases, the bullying stems from jealousy and insecurity. Continue reading →
Have you ever had a traumatic event or a physical ailment happen that was so bad, it shaped the way you parent? Well, my experiences with kidney stones were horrible, and had such a huge impact on me, that they have actually influenced how I mother my child. My situation also shaped the way I feel as a mother and my ability to tolerate pain. Continue reading →
This is the story of my assault, and the birth of my son, and how they are one in the same. On August 25th, 2017, I started having contractions at thirty-nine weeks and four days. My gestation was a healthy and uncomplicated pregnancy. I was timing my contractions, and by early afternoon, I knew it was baby time. We threw our hospital bags into the van and headed to the hospital. Within an hour of our arrival, they determined I was actively contracting and dilating, so I was admitted. I got in my labor room shortly after 4:00 pm. Even Continue reading →