While watching my kids in the park the other day, another mom from school (I’d met in passing) joined me. I knew this lady at the level of ‘PTA small talk’, or Can You Believe It’s Almost Summer?! witticisms. Instead, she began one of those conversations that has JESUS SAVES
This morning started with one of my children making a bowl of cereal for breakfast. 75%-25% milk-cereal ratio. With 100% of the last of our milk. She proceeded to skim Cheerios off the milk pool-boy style, before dumping the entirety of the cereal-dust-impregnated milk down the sink. All this happened
When my second kid was an infant, I had a nervous breakdown. I look back at the blog entries for that time and it’s not really there. I thought I was revealing myself, and in the posts, the crazy is obviously there, but the gravity of my situation never made
When I saw my parents on the way to a wedding last month, I tried to get my mom to consider respite care for my dad as his dementia progresses. “I’ve been looking,” she confessed. “But I can’t find a male nurse. There’s plenty of females in the business, but
Starting to feel pretty sure going to therapy is like playing with a Ouija board, in which whatever entity has pissed you off so bad that spending $140 cash money to bitch to a stranger seems like a reasonable option, is drawn back into your realm. Before therapy, I was