My Pregnancies Suck; My Kids Are Worth It

Luissa Zissman was shamed back in July for a post she shared on Instagram about how difficult and unenjoyable her pregnancy has been. Some very hurt, grieving, and understandably envious people told her how she should feel and tried to guilt her for expressing her honest thoughts. I immediately took issue with the criticism. I…

The Journey Continues, Even in Silence

Note: This was written at 2AM, December 11th. I had been playing the piano (with headphones) in only the light of the Christmas tree when the urge to write was so strong, I forced myself to just start typing. It’s a nothing piece but everything at the same time.  I can generally categorize any writer’s…

America, Respectfully

There was a high school soccer game on an adjacent field to my son’s baseball practice last night. Sitting on the bleachers with my back to the soccer field, I was reading on my phone when suddenly, I heard the national anthem. I put my phone down, walked to face the field and placed my…

Breathing Room

Edited: This is the second time I’ve posted this essay. I initially posted it a couple of days ago with a ridiculously boring title and NO ONE read it! (Unless my site stats aren’t working, in which case, I’m sorry for putting it in front of you again.) For someone wanting to enter the book publishing industry,…

Glory Days

A recurring theme has been popping up in my daily life lately. I can’t even remember all of the specific moments, but it essentially boils down to numerous people (singers, bloggers, friends, etc.) voicing what they believe is the best phase of life. For instance, I read a post written by a woman I really respect the other night….

Moving Nests

In the spring of 2013, I sat in a circle on the floor at my then 2-yr-old’s preschool. My husband was just to my left. My mother, the preschool director, several teachers, and an endocrine nurse were also there. All eyes were on the nurse. There were no children in sight. They were all in…

Colorado Storm

It’s been years since I’ve been to Colorado. I used to visit annually and always appreciated the afternoon thunderstorms that would roll in like clockwork between 3:00 and 4:00 every afternoon. They’d usually roll out just as quickly. This summer, I was struck by how wonderfully different Colorado storms compare to the ones I’m used…

Tattoos, A Family Afair

I’m ready… ready to get inked. My 20-year-old brother has decided he is going to get one with me! We’ve also chosen who we want to do the work. As of last weekend, we just needed to set up our appointments. So spontaneously last Saturday, he and I decided to meet for our consults and reserve our spots. I…

Taming the Bull in the China Shop

I drove by a crowded miniature golf course earlier this week. My skin started to crawl and my neck tensed up. Blech! I can’t stand miniature golf! Chasing a tiny ball around, trying to coerce it into a tiny hole with a tiny stick, especially in the hot sun on a crowded course, is not my idea of…

Rage

Huge tears pool then overflow. Hot hands curl into balls. Heart pounds, blood pumps. Words are mumbled soft and low. Neck stiffens, begins to ache. Heavy head bows to the floor. Spine bends, eyes burn. Jaw tightens, knows what’s at stake. Then it rises from inside Like fire on the move. Pushing back, trying hard. Rage is building, won’t subside. Feet begin to pace…

Am I So Vain I Think That Song is About Me?

Maybe I’m wrong, but I think people who know me would agree that I’m not a vain person. I “get ready” once a day (which consists of lip color, blush, and sometimes minimal eye-liner), and I rarely look in another mirror all day long. I rarely even do my hair. I usually let it dry on the way…