My lessons in fear from a first grader.

I’ve been afraid my whole life and I never really saw it until I had a son that is (unfortunately for him) a lot like me in his trepidation. He wants to do things that are exciting and sometimes a little scary, but he needs time. A few weeks ago at an indoor waterpark, we…

Therapy Sucks

Therapy sucks, it’s like paying someone to be your Mom and only ask you leading questions about your most personal moments in life. And you know they’re going to nag you about it later, but unlike your Mom, it’s because you’re giving them money…to pester you…   Why am I going to therapy again?  …

The Struggle is Real.

It’s hard being everything to your family, and it’s wonderful. I love that my kids know that I’ll help solve their problems and that my husband needs me to remind him which book he should read to the kids before bed and who likes peanut butter today but hates jelly. I take great pride in…

For everyone who doesn’t have anxiety disorder

Since I spoke about my anxiety issues for the first time a few months ago, what I’ve learned is that a lot of people suffer from the constant need for approval accompanied with a cave to hide out in just in case the approval is vague, or worse, not given at all. I’ve also learned…

Fairy Tales That Sparkle

Grocery store trips with my five and three year old in tow are always eventful. On the good days there’s a lot of “I want!” and “No, really, I NEED!” and usually a running lecture on the difference between the two. But last week when the store happened to be packed in preparation for a…

Papa

A few hours ago, too far away for me to be there, they buried my Papa. It’s such a bizarre idea that I don’t quite believe it, and from talking to people who know, I’ve heard that if you’re not there to see the coffin lowered into the ground, it is an easy lie to…

‘A Reason To Bleed’ post for writeonsisters.com

“If you’re like most of the writers I know, you’re not getting paid much to do what you do. You’re sitting up late at night or early in the morning. You’re writing between meetings and brainstorming quickly in the elevator on your iPhone while you rush off to make money until the day you can…

Week 17

I’m not posting a story this week. I wrote one and I deleted it, then I wrote it again and almost deleted it but left it open on my computer while I read a book and hoped that my Mac would carry out the execution for me.   It did not.   With that story…

Week 16, Dreaming Out Loud

Please be forewarned that I cuss in this short story. A lot. If you’re related to me and/or offended by cussing you should probably skip this one. If you don’t and you’re offended by the words I use don’t complain to me…I warned you!   Dreaming Out Loud   The day we moved into our…

Week 15, Christmas Memories

This is a little darker than what I usually write, which is funny because I swore I was going to work on something happy. It needs a huge edit, and I look forward to returning to it one day after I’ve finished with my year of short stories and seeing if something wants to grow from…

Week 14, The Wind Blew

Better late than never is a thing, right? This post is about a week late but almost two. It was all set to be another story but then I went home and filled up on air laced with honeysuckle and confederate jasmine and too much was going in to let anything come out. I hate…

Leaving on a midnight train to Georgia

I’ll be honest, today has been rough. I’ve had worse parenting days, but they all involved puke and fevers.   I’ve snapped and yelled and sent weepy eyes to their room to nap. I’ve huffed and shaken my head and said more than a few cuss words under my breath.   They’ve drawn on the…