I have never been quite sure how I feel about Spring. When the children were all in school and all of the sports were going on I definitely had a love/hate relationship. We were unbelievably busy in the Spring with so many children and activities going on, and that was me limiting each child to one activity at a time. There were many times where … Continue reading Being in the know
Wasn’t it just yesterday I stated that I hoped her vacation wasn’t in the same place as ours? Of course, honestly, I should have known that she would be in the same place. To be fair, not the same place, but the same state nonetheless, which is nowhere near our own state. Since the timing is wrong and the location is three hours apart does … Continue reading Head games
It’s been a minute since I’ve written an entry. Honestly, I have just been in a weird mood. I don’t have a reason why, I just feel “off”. My husband asks me every few days what is wrong, and I have no answer for him. It’s just one of those things. I’m sure I’ll be back to normal soon. My husband told me last night … Continue reading Limbo
You know how they say there’s a song for every situation, well, there isn’t. I can attest to that. And really nothing makes you feel as alone as knowing there are no lyrics that fit the you that you are. But, today I heard this song with this lyric: But I’ll love you for the way you are and I’ll keep you at a length … Continue reading Lost
When we think about betrayal we automatically think of a violation of trust or confidence, the standard definition of the word. And we almost always think of it in terms of something done to us or something we might do to others. What we rarely do is think of the word betrayal in terms of it being something we do to ourselves. And that is … Continue reading The stranger
When I was in high school I was in the band and played the flute. We had a big high school band and there were a lot of flute players. There was this one girl, Donna. Donna was, for lack of a better word, homely. Her posture was poor and she dressed a little old-fashioned. She didn’t talk much and didn’t have a social group. … Continue reading Walk a Mile
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