Hey, peeps! January is nearing its end. It’s the first mile-marker on the New Year’s Resolution Trail. Did you make any physical/workout/dieting type goals this year? If so, how are things going? Awesome? Not so much? Either way, keep reading! I’d love input from both sides. During my divorce, I wrote about a slew of… Read More Body Image Series, Intro: What am I supposed to look like?
Tremors. And night terrors. This week in my dreams, I’ve seen my two-year old hit by a car and been chased down by police cars at the speed of light. Phantoms of a disturbed mind. On the surface, I enjoy my amazing life, my wonderful husband, my beautiful boys. But today, shadows from the past… Read More D-Day
I signed the papers yesterday. Every time I take another step forward, another part of me dies. Why? Isn’t this what I wanted? To break free? To find independence? Happy Independence Day to all the perfect happy families around me celebrating together while I drown in my tears alone. A picnic or a firework does… Read More Drowning
It wasn’t a particularly fantastic day. In fact, it was downright hard. Chilly. Rainy. My kiddos are sick, and so am I. Never did get out of my pjs. Found out this week that I’ve been replaced … again. But you know, after spending all day wallowing in self-pity and consuming a ridiculous amount of… Read More A spoonful of sugar
My baby is learning to walk, and so am I. I used to know how, but I’ve been crawling around on my belly with my face in the dust for so long, that I’ve forgotten. So now I am watching, learning, and exploring along with him on this new adventure. It began with an insatiable… Read More Baby steps
Flashback to … April 16, 2012 (just after I left my ex and moved to Richmond) Do you remember when you were little, how being dizzy used to be fun? Maybe it wasn’t that way for you. But it was for me. My brothers and I used to play at it. We always seemed to… Read More Lost in the city
It was a rough day. Unpacking has been harder than I thought. Every time I open a box, I’m met with more memories like sharp knives that stab my already wounded heart. Today I shed tears over an outfit I wore when I went to my husband’s mission homecoming, donated lingerie from my wedding night,… Read More Boxes
Editor’s note: I’m remarried now, and as it turns out, this day–the day I pulled the moving truck into town–was my second husband’s birthday! Isn’t that crazy?!? Just goes to show that you never know what’s around the corner. 🙂 ~MamaC Well … I survived. I made the cross-country trip, retracing my steps back to… Read More My move
This is my new theme song. I’m sure I’m responsible for at least 1,ooo views. I would love to get my hands on the sheet music so I can jam on MY piano … Dad says I look just like Idina. I WISH!!! “Brave” Don’t know just where I’m going And tomorrow, it’s a… Read More Brave
The boys and I got on a plane without Daddy. And without asking him. It has taken us a long time to get to this point. A long, long time. I’ve known about the adultery for five years. And I’ve known about the pornography for nine. Nine long years. Nine long years of feeling like… Read More We flew away
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