One day

As usual, this morning my ears awoke before the rest of my body. That’s how we moms roll, right? “Mooooooooooom!!!!” my three-year-old bellowed up the stairwell. My body was concrete, my head was mush. Yesterday, I drove round-trip to D.C. again and pulled in way past their bedtime. “Mom! Mama! Mom-Mommy-Mamamamama-Mommmmy!” Eyelids … come on eyelids… Read More One 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