This first week of August is a funny one. It is the week we closed on this home we own. The place that let me give my kids a back yard and a neighborhood and a school we really loved. A little small some days and often more messy than I care for, but no… Continue reading Lobster Traps
Tag: pain
Gift, too.
M's Dad is in the waves of his second divorce. As the first wife and M's mother, I don't know details, but they trickle my way. Moved out to a hotel. Gambling. Restraining order. Broken down car. Rooming house. I could have made my role grand inquisitor, but M is twelve. My job is to… Continue reading Gift, too.
Gardens
Each season of your life will pass. It will yield seeds to plant. You can grow more pain or you can grow healing. You will repeat this all your life. You will forever be practicing how to choose things that feel make you feel whole. This is being human.
Love, Mom 