Tomorrow is Father’s Day.Yaaaaaaaaaaaay. Not.I’m not a huge fan of the parent-themed holidays, to be honest.  Mother’s Day makes me feel almost as miserable as Father’s Day and misery isn’t exactly a fun state to find oneself in. This will be the third Father’s Day that F’s father hasn’t been around. He’s missed seventy five per… Continue reading Father’s Day

I lost my words for the past few weeks.I’m not really sure what happened – perhaps I was just too tired, or maybe it was all the stress I’ve been feeling lately. Whatever the cause, I think it’s finally gone. And that makes me really, really happy.Know what else makes me really, really happy? This… Continue reading Words

Papa loved Corn Flakes.As a kid, I never understood their appeal but I would proudly sit next to him at the old kitchen table and dig into my bowl as he did, while he sipped his tea, knowing full well that he’d soon put on his boots and cover-alls and walk up the hill to… Continue reading Corn Flakes

“I feel bad saying I’m tired, I can’t believe I’m complaining to you.”“I shouldn’t say anything, I know I’m lucky to have her Dad with me.”“Do you ever sleep? Seriously, when do you sleep? When do you have time?”Yep. I’m busy. I work full-time. I write part-time. I have a preschooler, who I raise alone.… Continue reading Different