Digging Through Old Journals

Abell Junior High was such an awkward yet amazing experience for what I believe to be all of us.  We made great friends, and our biggest cares were perhaps attending the end of the year TAAS fair or receiving carnations on Valentines.   I wasn’t afraid to be who I was then, sometimes I wish…

First World Problems

I was raised in a home where I never wanted for anything of necessity, there was always a hot meal (or cold pizza on my favorite mornings) and a roof over my head.  This did not come without sacrifice, these things were not just ordained upon me.  I understand that there was no fairy with…

Post-Divorce Boundaries: Where is the Line?

My dear husband separated from his ex-wife more than 5 years ago.  I came into the picture during the divorce proceedings, as I went through my own.  I’m sad to say for my husband that while my ex and I had absolutely no disputes, and the mediator called it the smoothest divorce he had ever…

Meeting My Stepchild For The First Time

I stood in the long, gray corridor just before room 208. I needed a moment, a moment to ponder, to catch my breath before I’d knock. Was I ready for this? Was this the right timing, was it too soon? How much of this is me being ready, or just giving into the ongoing pressure?…

The House of R is Temporarily House-less

The House of “R” has more been the House of Usher this past month, and I’m not only referring to it’s crumbling state after the last set of tornados in our neighborhood.   More I’m referring to the lack of home all together, no it may not have deteriorated off a cliff when the rain…

Seasons of Insanity

It comes in seasons the crazy, and now it’s times two.   It is strange, almost eerie really, the cycle our lives seem to fall in.   I wonder sometimes if there is perhaps some celestial being in Heaven who pulls on gravity, and shoves Saturn in just a way to make us periodically out of…

Moms You Meant to Grow Old With

Last night I was offered hugs, kind words, and gifts I did not feel I deserved.  It has been since October that I have locked myself away in my home, devoted 100% of my time and life with a sickly husband, terrifying and stressful toddler scenarios, and my blog.  I have not been to group events…

End of an Era: Ringling Bros. To Close Its Final Curtain

Originally posted on Shop Girl Anonymous:
It was announced yesterday that the Ringling Brothers Circus is to close that final curtain before the start of summer.   The cause they say are many things; show attendance and the trouble caused by PETA to name two. Thank You PETA: slowly destroying my childhood one magical memory at…

The Eviction Notice

Not long after writing “The Appraisal” Josh finally received an email from the landlords asking us if we were going to buy the house or not? This was without acknowledgement of the appraisal email, so Josh asked, “How much are you looking for us to pay?” They said they want 360 for it, but since…

You must Believe to Receive

There is a magic to Christmas a sort of whimsical wonder that extends to the world of tooth fairy’s and Easter Bunny’s, these mythical characters instilled a sense of wonder in them. Santa was an enigma as well as a blessing to my childhood.   I was fascinated with his magical world of flying reindeer,…