Don’t go. .
It’s no secret. I am more like my toddler than I like and it is embarrassing to think about. #1. We both wake up cranky. While our exits from bed may look very different, the morning turns both you and I into unrecognizable zombies blobs. You bolt down the hall in a fright looking forContinue reading “Why my toddler and I are the same person:”
There is a new crib sitting on my front porch. If we were pregnant, you would be excited for us. But because we are choosing to increase our chaos through foster care, we are instead told we are crazy. People give us strange looks with tilted heads and squinted eyes. They lean back. Family membersContinue reading “Crazy, Cribs and little Creatures.”
To my Husband, It’s not you, it’s me. I’m struggling. I’m struggling to love you. I’m struggling to even like you. These past five years have been a long road for us. We’ve had four children in 5 years. One of them we had to grieve before we even got to see her beautiful face. Continue reading “Dear Husband,”
I just want to reiterate why I am sharing such a personal experience: #1. Writing helps me process. #2. The #1 desire of my writing, or anything I do in life really, is connection and relationship. I want to share my story, my journey; so that others in my shoes, or similar ones, can knowContinue reading “Jerky McJerkFace.”