Scenario: You screwed up, messed up, made a mistake, hurt someone intentionally, hurt someone on accident, lost something, or otherwise screwed the pooch. You Should Say: I’m sorry. Inappropriate substitutions: Silence. Wait for it to pass. It was an accident, right? Apologies don’t fix anything anyway, right? Wrong. Grow up. Take some ownership. Say it. … Continue reading Things You Should Say. (and inappropriate substitutions)
“I have two babies,” Natalie says, carrying Baby Elmo and Tiny Tori. She’s mimicking me. I tell her “Mama has two babies” all the time, to remind her that no matter how much of a “Big Mama” she becomes, she’ll forever be my baby. Also, to let her know that I love her and Mia the same.… Continue reading Two Babies
I saw the headlines when someone shared the article on Facebook. 2 killed, at least 17 injured in a high school shooting in Kentucky. And you know what my first thought was? Oh, thank goodness, only two. What?!? Two. Two people died. 15 year olds. Who did nothing but go to school that day. As I… Continue reading Not. Normal.
I call her Queen. Daughter of Majesty, stitched together by Divinity, Eyes the size of the moon. Diamonds like freckles speckle her face Cloaked in sapphire silks, she stands six inches from the sky. Dancing at banquets and pouring champagne, Dressed to the nines in Heaven’s finest. The celebration of Angels with each step that… Continue reading The Movement
Vulnerability. It turns out I’m not so great at it. I have convinced myself that oversharing is considered vulnerability. It isn’t. Word vomiting at anyone and anything that moves isn’t vulnerable. Picking up the phone and calling name after name until someone picks up is NOT vulnerable. It has the semblance of vulnerability. Just like… Continue reading Vulnerability: Actually, For Real Guys
We joke and tweet about how hard #adulting is. Keeping laundry detergent and toilet paper in stock. Buying groceries. Cooking vegetables. Dental hygiene. Getting up on time (every day) for work. Making it through the day without coffee. Or, possibly worse, without cream for said coffee. You get the gist. Consider for a moment a… Continue reading Heavy Lifting
A prayer for 2017 My love, May you no longer wait for permission to get shit done. May you grow stronger. May you run like hell and may your Fitbit track every damn mile of it. May you buy only vegetables and organize our finances and become translator of the year. I so believe in… Continue reading 2017