I don't write much about my husband, mostly because he is an incredibly private man and I try to respect that, but today I am making an exception. I wish he saw the man that I saw or knew the man that I know. I wonder how he doesn't look in the mirror each morning… Continue reading Understanding and Recognizing an Exceptional Intelligence
Category: Being Mom
Why I Gave Up On Potty Training
When little A was born there was a distance in her eyes, as if she were too wise for this mortal world. At the time I literally thought she was judging me and my commonplace stupidity in my humble and boring day to day life. When A was 9 months old I found her to… Continue reading Why I Gave Up On Potty Training
7 Ways I am Coping With My PTSD As A Mom
The first time I was diagnosed with PTSD I was in my early twenties, over a decade after the very sudden loss of my father just a few days before my 11th birthday. The treatments for this were a blend of anti-anxiety medicines, antidepressants, mild forms of hypnotism, and months (well in reality years) of… Continue reading 7 Ways I am Coping With My PTSD As A Mom
My Kids–>My Karma
"My mommy hits me." We stood in the middle of a busy DFW airport, I had just been making the dramatic juggle of car seats, toddlers, and luggage from the rental car terminal to the airplane terminal post hurricane evacuation. My shoulders hunched from an exhausting and anxiety filled week as I looked back in… Continue reading My Kids–>My Karma
Wrapping Up The Magic of Christmas
I don't really remember the day mom finally confirmed the dreaded rumors that Santa was merely a figment of the imagination. It never really made a difference though. Even as I took my turn as a teenager playing Santa for my younger brothers I never stopped believing in the magic of him. As a child… Continue reading Wrapping Up The Magic of Christmas
The Lies My Mother Told Me
My cousins and I would try to bide the time while at our granny's small one room shack by the river. With no television, no toys, and no other sources of entertainment in the tight quarters our options came down to playing cards, fishing, and quietly using our imagination. I'd often bide much of my… Continue reading The Lies My Mother Told Me
On Learning Our Vowels
If you want to know an honest truth, I hate teaching preschool. Maybe hate is a strong word, but I really struggle and stress about how one teaches without a backlog of already stored information to work from? Really, think about it, and then think about hugging your preschool teacher tomorrow. As we've discussed several… Continue reading On Learning Our Vowels
Please Do Not Feed The Locals
I know I whine allot about the loneliness of Orlando but in total candid honesty I have made two mom friends, although I've only met them once before. So on the scale of Orlando Mom Socialization playing 3rd wheel to two of the most down to Earth moms in Orlando who you've met only once… Continue reading Please Do Not Feed The Locals
Big Spring: Death And All Revisited
Originally Pondered May 2013 "My grandfather is dying tomorrow, he's holding on to meet baby A" I had told her. I stood outside my psychiatrist's office staring out over the giant Lockheed Martin and the serene ravine that seemed to glisten off the sun's beaming glare. Mr. R turned the corner, the framework of the… Continue reading Big Spring: Death And All Revisited
We Could Seem So Dull
It all starts with small black marbles meticulously crammed into a simple cardboard tube. It was perhaps my favorite of science experiments, though still far too over my head to comprehend the point it was supposed to be conveying: Something about reactions Something about combustions I recall a chemistry teacher standing before a world map… Continue reading We Could Seem So Dull
