I remember, as a little girl, asking God to straighten things out for me- my hair, my teeth, and my lazy eye ranked high on my list. It turns out, my hair is still a frizzy mess (think Hermione in the beginning of the Harry Potter series), but now, I know how to use a […]Read more "Crooked Prayer Path"
He stole my heart from the moment I saw him, and he knows it. I love him more than words can say. I once worried that, as a product of a divorce, he would struggle with understanding what love is and what love isn’t. But at two and a half, my son (like all children) […]Read more "Dear Charlie"
Words carry such power. Such force. So much meaning. Being called “smart” by your college professor does not illicit the same feelings as your mom saying the same. “Be brave” carries a vastly different message when it’s said to a child before open heart surgery than when it’s told to an adult before an interview. […]Read more "Words"
This whole world is new to me. It’s not so much that the world has changed; it’s me that’s undergoing the transformation. I’m experiencing growing pains as my values, perspective, wants and needs are so unlike what they once were. Much is still the same …I still believe in adventure and going after what I […]Read more "Change"
It’s been a while since I went for a bike ride, but I know I’d have no problem pedaling and steering while enjoying the breeze. It’s like that with riding a bike, right? Just hop on and go. Once you know how, you never forget. Except what happens if you recently fell and you’re riding […]Read more "Let’s Go for a Bike Ride"
I don’t know how to relax. I’m trying to master the art of being calm, but it seems to go against my nature. I came into the world with the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck three times, and since then, life seems to find other ways to leave me struggling for breath. It’s hard […]Read more "Light at the End of the Tunnel"
It’s not enough that I’m left at poverty level to raise a tiny toddler with a severe heart defect, I also have to watch as the man that left us drops in for occasional play dates. Doctors appointments? Not so much. Diaper changes? Nah. The in and outs that concern Charlie’s medical needs? Nope. […]Read more "Just the Mom"