*Disclaimer: usually I proofread, this one I didn’t. So if you see a spelling or grammatical error, be sure to tell my sister. She’s an English teacher, so it will bother her way more than it will me right now. 😛 Yesterday I turned 36! As a friend of mine said it was me “emerged… Continue reading Solid
Weight
There’s a lot that goes on in a woman’s mind on any given day. (I’m sure there are also many things in men’s heads too, but since I’m not a man I’ll stick to women.) Add onto that being a widow and constantly trying to “manage” your grief, which can’t be managed FYI. Add on… Continue reading Weight
Emotional toll
Hello readers. I bet you might be wondering where I have been. Don’t worry, I have also been wondering where I’ve been. For a while now. And I think I’ve figured some answers. The way this blog is written will change as my coming to terms with my grief will change. Last year was about… Continue reading Emotional toll
Blowing Holes
For all my plans and organization, I always feel like I'm scrambling. I don't know what "type" of person I am, but I am creative and try to be extremely organized. My house might not be clean, like I don't sweep and vacuum every day, but I've been told it's tidy. That reminds me, I… Continue reading Blowing Holes
Let’s talk about Bob
I've been writing this blog over a year now, and I would think I'd be "better" at handling my own emotions. I know I feel like I should be better at it. But then, I've always thought that. My years of therapy have come in handy to tell me I'm not supposed to be able… Continue reading Let’s talk about Bob
Mad as hell
This is a blog about grief and pain. Specifically my grief and pain. My husband died a year ago now, and I get the feeling this year will actually be harder than last year, when the pain was still very raw and fresh. But today I'm going to talk about someone else's pain. Today there… Continue reading Mad as hell
2 years of stress
Some of you might remember my big dreams to write a book. A memoir dedicated mainly to Bob's year of treatments, and then my year after. Rest assured it's still being written. Due to the pandemic I had to take a break. I couldn't write a book about Bob's treatments and struggles with the girls… Continue reading 2 years of stress
40 days and 40 nights
Everyone, I have a confession to make. I've become obsessed with watching things grow. I put green onion bulbs (after I cut the stems for dinner one night) in a little glass on my kitchen windowsill and it's become so satisfying to see them get longer every time I walk by. I have plants growing… Continue reading 40 days and 40 nights
A letter to my kids in Quarantine
Hi my girlies, Today was not our best day. There were lots of tantrums, lots of yelling, lots of time outs along with more yelling. But I want to make sure you know today didn’t make me love you less. I always love you crazy small children, even when you’re driving me crazy. I know… Continue reading A letter to my kids in Quarantine
“Happy” and “Lucky”
Well hello blog, I've missed you these long weeks. Where have I been? Still in quarantine, still with my kids. Daycare is open and I live for the day I send them back, but for now they stay home. With me. With only me... I regret this decision daily. "Luckily" Paige has decided she wants… Continue reading “Happy” and “Lucky”
Solo Mom of Tiny & Loud Dragons 