My hair is a mess and I’m sitting here on the floor of a dirty bathroom peering at my own face in a mirror that hangs from the door. My cheeks are shadowed with running mascara... my nose red from misery and self pity. I’ve prayed and I’ve prayed for someone to help me but … Continue reading A Letter to my MOLESTER:
Month 1 Week 1 If there was ever a day that filled the sky with a serene sense of being and a floating on the clouds kind of feeling, it was today. Today was the day. Fiona awoke to the glimpse of sun rays dancing on the wall and the smell of a perfect breakfast … Continue reading Six Months: Month 1 Week 1
Here is my offering for this week:
“Children have never been very good at listening to their elders, but they have never failed to imitate them.”
― James Baldwin
Looking at my children, I find myself guilty of setting rules yet never following them. The other day, my daughter asked me why I was standing while drinking water yet I categorically tell them to sit down. Ouch, it hurt but humbled me and got me thinking about how I am raising them.
Rule upon rule,
she ruled her domain,
remainder notes tucked everywhere,
it was her way to raise upright children.
she wonders where she went wrong,
“Why did none turn out right?”
After a while,
all comes back like a flood,
while she ordered,
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I’ll never forget going down and chopping firewood with my Dad. It was the best. My Dad always had strong hands and a knack for anything outdoors. He would throw on his big, dark and tan Carhart winter coat and his worn out stocking cap and head down to his “shop” to do “man things.” … Continue reading Chapter 3- Murder in the Man Shed
When I was eight, my parents had moved my brother and I from our little house in town with a neighborhood full of small, energy filled humans to a forrest of timber with only wild, feral cats and possums of rabid filled energy. The trees were quiet. The was no commotion of children playing neighborhood … Continue reading Chapter 2- My Soul Friend
(I apologize if this is long winded but I felt a strong need to write this) I am a Home Health and Hospice nurse. I have worked in the hospital for years and have seen plenty of sadness but something feels different and slightly difficult to put into words, but I’m going to give it my … Continue reading Stay Humble(our time is short)
School years suck but it's just one of those times when you just have to pull up your big girls pants and do it. I was never what you would call, fond of it. The old, green chalkboards and wooden cubbies. The musty library and old nursing office. The “Presidential Physical Education Certificates” and the … Continue reading Chapter 1- Monsters are for the Birds
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