I have been called “spoiled.” I’ve heard my friends call themselves spoiled, selfish, all sorts of nasty little words. Truthfully, I’ve known some who could legitimately own those words. But it’s not spoiled when you’re worth it! If you’ve earned it. If you work every day to put in the blood, sweat, and tears. Every …
I apologize in advance for the awkwardness of my words, but I don’t want them trapped inside of me. Sometimes I just need to write. Abortion is just a choice, some say, as if it’s a “Do I want a blueberry or chocolate muffin,” kind of choice. Not a “Do I want to attach my …
The Oldest My oldest munchkin lost her trust in her mother. She lost the school she worked for so many years to qualify for, and, moreover, one that allowed her to keep her friends, her language studies, and provide her a chance at a social life among those with whom she desired to socialize (other …
love me, because you find me soft, loving, kind, generous because of what is in my mind because I bring joy to your life and to the lives of those surrounding yours not because of my body or my face, though I hope you love that, too! It’s a lovely bonus. if you can’t love …
Sometimes love is casual/less/etc. I suppose that sounds odd coming from someone whose life is built on Love. But even I can acknowledge that a relationship is more than Love. And sometimes the Love shared between two people is precious, even if it isn’t all consuming passionate perfect eternal Love (if such exists or not, …
it was your fault you should’ve known why didn’t you say something earlier? why didn’t you do more? nobody would want you, if they knew you you’re ugly, you’re fat you’re stupid, you know that, right? you don’t do enough you’re not good enough just go away, they’d be better off without you don’t say …
I am held every night. “I am here for you,” He says through my tears, “I will never not be here for you.” I think, today, on all the beautiful words and actions showered on me over the years. I am blessed, and I ought to be grateful. I remember the middle munchkin running up …
My friend’s husband passed away last week. She’s been one of my best friends for the last six years. I didn’t know him, as well, but he was a close family friend. In Jewish tradition, the whole thing was handled simply and efficiently. The body must be buried within a certain period of time and …
It terrifies me, more than a little bit. I’m strong enough to handle anything thrown my way (at least so far, please whatever spirits live above, don’t take this as a challenge!) I’ve got the financial security to protect myself (money buys everything, including the safety and happiness of my munchkins, which means my own …