They know that even little girls turn into women, but I’m not sure parents can ever fully accept the otherness they become when romance sweeps them away.
They know that even little girls turn into women, but I’m not sure parents can ever fully accept the otherness they become when romance sweeps them away.
it's that tension that holds me together and has been used to make me who I am
I'm climbing through any open window into their minds and hearts.
I want to take my growing children out on more slow, mind-awakening journeys so that I may suck all their youth, beauty and knowledge in return for passing down the skill of taking a good hard look.
I say it with no shame, no embarrassment, no sense that I'm a faker for the first time since I walked out of a professional dance studio for the last time...
I went up to my bedroom and laid on the floor to feel terrible about myself, to feel desperate, to wonder how I will ever survive motherhood, and, the worst part, to seriously question God's wisdom in giving ME these children to raise...
If being a mother doesn't give you stress fractures in your freakin' heart, I don't know what does.
Unauthorized use of urine as “chemical,” “paint,” or “fragrance” will be dealt with swiftly and according to the standard set of consequences.
Did I just write a sad confession of the roots of my emotional eating? I don’t know.
Here's what I know so far: I hate to be needy but long for intimacy.
Aside from praying and thinking a lot about politics, I've been excited about other things too.
I worry my son will grow up and look back from his second half and think, “Shame on her. She was the adult.”
Being a person is hard. We have so many parts to our selves, but all I really want is to be one.
People need medical care, food, and safety. But what happens next?
If every year I begin advent with an ache in my heart over dreams never realized, bodily pain, and loss, then I am appropriately humbled.
I will try not to be jealous and trust that you still like me too.