It was an endless wait in a doctor’s office, one that ended up taking us hours upon hours before the night was over. I was tired, cranky and hungry.
With last week's starting of school, my family has had to re-jigger our mornings so that everyone gets to where they need to be by the ungodly hour when the sun just begins to rise.
Moms, can't live without 'em, can't understand what the hell they really want.
I have made the difficult decision to discontinue writing posts for this blog, Not Different Enough. It is due to a combination of several things; the biggest one being relativity.
Every now and then I get a glimpse that I am not alone in our fight here behind our front door, and it selfishly feels good and is freeing. Then I get a little sad, because I realize someone
Last Friday when Kalisha returned from cooking class, she wanted to immediately get on the bus and go to Target. I know this girl so well: "What do you need at Target?"
In terms of parenthood, I do believe that both mother and father were created equal. Whether that stays so is a matter of personal record.
My favorite place this not-so-warm summer has been on our back porch, which was built onto the side of our house as an apparent afterthought.
I have NO idea where my kids are.
We've said good-bye to both of our dogs over the last two years. It's been bitterly hard to say that final farewell; they were lovely, wonderful family members.