when my son was 4 years old he had a very bad asthma episode. for a couple of days i had been working with him to get him breathing with regular breathing treatments to no avail. finally, late one night he was wheezing and just so uncomfortable, i told him, “we have to go to…
Tag: Parenting
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…
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…
single mothers write poems too
sitting here in the space where no one needs me no one pulls at me no one is asking me for anything sitting here with quiet on an early evening i flirt with the possibility of retiring early down blanket pulled to my ears my head buried in a therapeutic pillow designed to keep my…
be warned there is blood in this poem (although i oppose the death sentence)
teensy tiny little bugs take flight and he is filled with fright he who would climb mountains just for the chance to leap runs screaming from moths flies and ladybugs yes ladybugs dancing through air he sees them everywhere flying diving sorting through air it doesn’t matter how small or big or nearly dead they…
if it weren’t for my kids i’d be serving 2 consecutive life sentences (as it stands i’m only serving one)
here in this very beautiful feng shui inspired space she feels slowed down. her days go by so quickly it’s usually evening before she’s had her morning coffee. the lovely purple hues and gray yet not dreary decor matches her moods. if the sound machine were a tad bit louder and the blanket on her…
Only Fools Scream I Love You at the Sun
“My one regret,” she came there with the intention to confess. There were so many things she could have said. So many transgressions committed in life filled with the avoidance of responsibility. He wondered if perhaps she would finally cop to the ten thousand dollars that went missing after their mother died. Or if maybe…
In His Stride
He is confidant Assured He knows his Place in this World Center no question I want … And it is Watching him walk Away pulls at my heart I know that one day This confidence will lead Him to worlds Previously unknown I stand in awe Fascinated and envious How can I be afraid in…
gratitude i
there is joy in his giggle unmitigated happiness in his uncanny ability to transform an ordinary couch cushion to juggle gym to slide to trampoline ‘mommy’ takes on a new edge when shrieked from a crib is this the love that ‘knows no bounds’ don’t know only the texture of his oatmeal is important…
fearfree living 