it’s not about the closet

We moved into a house that had a (microscopic) master closet but even that is too generous. There were no racks, shelves, hooks… Nothing beyond walls and a door with two flimsy $20 floor stands that fell over if you tried to have anything on them. Let […]

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and on wednesdays, we wear hurt

I know…Wednesday is long gone (like yesterday). And I also know how the line really goes- “And on Wednesdays, we wear pink.” I would love to just wear pink and call it a day. But I can’t breathe. My heart hurts. I want to cry […]

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maybe it was the minivan…

There was just something so final about the day we drove that thing home, as if my fate were now sealed. Finally, it was decided- I am nothing more than a mom. Sure, “it’s the best job ever; it’s the most important thing you’ll ever […]

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i wouldn’t wish me on anyone

I am sure reading that phrase would anyone counter by telling me I must have little to no self esteem to say something this drastic. Perhaps, or maybe it is the fact that I am looking at things from a more realistic perspective. I am viewing […]

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stranger things- my version

The day you wake up and realize you married a stranger is the day what was left of your world comes crashing down, threatening to smother you in ways you never thought possible.  It is also the day that you realize how very alone you […]

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The day I changed my name

I feel like I have neglected this little haven of mine. I could blame it on the business of summer, kids, family, moving, work….but I won’t because the truth is, my head has been spinning.  My sessions with my “special friend” (we will call her […]

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happy mother’s day

Mother’s Day- the day to celebrate moms and all they do or so we are told. I did what a lot of people did yesterday…went to church (per usual for us anyway).  I sat through another message on mothers. Proverbs 31 is so beautiful. But […]

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yes, I see a shrink

She is helping- by hurting me. It’s such an oxymoron to say that but it’s true. She is the surgeon, cutting, digging, prodding. She knows it hurts me but sees that it must be done and I am the willing patient who has signed the […]

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the forgotten road

It’s there- buried by the brush and overgrowth of scars, of emotional callouses that have built up to wall off the flood of pain that can be found at the end. It’s that road you suspect is hiding in that walled off part of your […]

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