I have five tattoos. Five. All different, and all kind of the same. Each is mine, holding meaning and promise. Every now and again someone will ask me if I’m getting a new one, and the answer is usually filled with uncertainty. Maybe, maybe not, probably not, possibly. I think my poor mother will crucify… Continue reading Alis Volat Propriis

We’ve all been there: so overwhelmed with anger and frustration that, in spite of our best efforts, we just can’t hold it in for another second. And then it happens, as we are powerless to stop it: we lose our shit. Yesterday was what you might call a let-down. Big disappointment. I’ll go one step… Continue reading Eruptions

  This moment played through my mind a million times last night. I can still see the lights of the delivery room, feel my mom’s anticipation and J’s tension. I can feel the fear I had when the whisked my son away from me without even letting me see him, and the relief that… Continue reading 7:55

Quick to anger; Slow to forgive. Is it human nature, or just my own awful flaw? I have learned the hard way that you can’t give your trust as easily as I once did. I’ve been hurt too many times. It takes time to earn my trust now, a long time. I find myself explosive with anger at the… Continue reading Drowning Negativity

I am envious of my not-quite-three-year-old’s short attention span. Yep, I said it. I am envious of the very same attention span that drives me completely bonkers 2.5 million times a day – and I mean certifiably crazy-pants kind of bonkers. From putting on socks to picking up toys, the kid switches tracks faster than… Continue reading 2.6 Seconds