Earlier today, I lived through the ultimate first world problem: a three-hour long showdown with the oatmeal-berry muffin I’d brought as an afternoon snack. I finally caved at about 3 pm and unwrapped the muffin, broke it in half and ate it at my desk. Before I had finished my last bite, I was filled with… Continue reading Muffin tops and muffin tops
For the first time in two weeks, F was waiting at the gate for me when I arrived at preschool on Friday. He’d been feeling under the weather Thursday evening, and woke with a fever and cough on Friday. He was tired, and he just wanted to go home. Every morning, F wakes up and… Continue reading Monday Mornings and Muffins
Yesterday, F and I laced up (or in his case, Velcroed) our sneakers, grabbed a bottle of water and hit the pavement after a long, busy day of being out and about in the sunshine. Lately, F has wanted to take a stuffy with him everywhere he goes, and he chose his Princess Toadstool for… Continue reading “Your” vs. “The”
I don’t know who said “there is his side, her side and the truth” but it’s a quote that has resounded in my head and heart for the past week. The truth part is simple: J has not been a part of F’s life for more than two years. He hasn’t financially contributed to F’s… Continue reading On realizing that I only know half the story
Like most people, I’ve said and done things I wish I could take back. More than anything else, I wish I could go back in time and un-say five words that I know caused my mother a lot of hurt. You’re not my real mom. It was my best weapon as a kid when I… Continue reading The Realest Mom
