i grew up in a gloriously chaotic cacophony of a family. we were huge in number and loud in voice. there was an anonymity to being from such a large group and in that a protection that i now crave as an adult. i use to want peace and quiet when i was a kid, never feeling like i could hear myself think because of all the people. my one true wish each birthday was for quiet. and now that i have silence surrounding me i can honestly say, i can’t stand the noise.
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adhd and me: life with distractions
here’s the thing in my life i am consistently inconsistent. i will start a hobby and nearly half way through completion…i’ll just walk away. i’ll make a decision about going into another advance degree program. i’ll line up all the information. do thorough research on which program best fits what i need and then…i go…
if nothing else, you gotta respect the hood (the motherhood that is)
everyday i stand in complete awe of my position as a mother. and by awe i mean i’m generally scarred shitless about the wellspring of responsibility that is mine to navigate. and for those holier than thou types, take a moment and think about it…as a mom you hold the key to your child’s soon-to-be-adult…
Grown Up, Gifted and Working to Make a Difference
I grew up gifted. One day I was a snotty nosed 4th grader with double plaits, a champion Chinese jax competitor and neighborhood double dutch Jedi. The next I was given a test, put on a yellow bus and shipped off to a school for ‘special’ kids. To say it pissed me off would be an…
Wanda’s Ruled for Weight Loss: Rule #5 Food is Fuel
Eating with feeling is not the same as eating because of a feeling. There are dozens of books out there about the emotional connections we make with food. I’ve read quite a few of them myself in an effort to understand how I became such an ’emotional’ eater (per one of my many Weight Watcher…
Wanda’s Rules for Weight Loss: Rule #2 Carbs are not My Friends
Every sugar high comes with a sugar low. I love carbs. I love carbs and I do mean all carbs. I love potatoes and tomatoes. I love oranges and bananas. I love popcorn and potato chips. I love cheezit crackers and wheat thins. I love ice cream and chocolate cake. I love bread and cupcakes…
when your ex shows up to thanksgiving dinner…(and other memories)
i remember cherry coke kisses and santa clauses that had no beards i remember standing alone in the dark waiting impatiently for the shoe to drop as cars drove by completely unaware of the madness and chaos that brewed within it was a time when innocence seemed as valuable as it was vulnerable and belief…
tonight i made tamale pie (so long a good bye)
the house still smells of cumin i stood at stove and wondered should i add an extra teaspoon tamale pie a favorite from a life time long since gone yesterday, i longed for scents and texture of creamed corn mingling with chunky salsa and a dash of chili powder and found myself wondering if ground chicken would work…
hindsight happiness
she was sitting starring at the photograph still framed above the fireplace when he found her. she had the settled look of someone who had been resting for a long time. her body print a nearly permanent indentation on the cushions surrounding her. he did not want to disturb her. although her quietude seemed to…
in his words…how my grandfather remembered his mother
my father‘s father was an orphan. his mother died when he was only 3 years old. he was raised by his uncle and his wife. he was born in 1919 and his life was unimaginable. he was schooled until the 3rd grade and then sent into the coal mines to work. he used to tell…
fearfree living 