the hardest part
My heart breaks as I’m biting my tongue to try to not to rush to F’s defence; letting him cry it out when he’s done wrong and had to be disciplined; watching him try to fix things for himself.
My heart breaks as I’m biting my tongue to try to not to rush to F’s defence; letting him cry it out when he’s done wrong and had to be disciplined; watching him try to fix things for himself.
Yesterday was hard. I felt wiped before 10 am as I tried to breathe through some tough family news and juggle work demands. When my day finally wrapped up – almost nine hours after I’d arrived in the office, I sat alone in my car decompressing. RomCom was actively preparing dinner as I stood, feeling… Continue reading the helping hand
Ah, we consumer-driven humans just love a good deal, don’t we? In an age where time seems less and less and pay off must be more and more, we’re bombarded with click-bait promising everything you’ve ever wanted and then some. Lose weight fast! is a common post I see in my threads, and I’ve written… Continue reading the myth of the overnight miracle
There are critical issues in my life that need to be addressed first. I need to eat well. I need to take care of myself. Once I’ve done these things, I can take care of my son. Then I can take care of my work. Then I can take care of the house.
With our boots on and jackets zipped, I ran down the hall to pour coffee into my travel mug and that’s when I saw it: the empty Pepsi bottle sitting next to the sink.