…and it begins. In the first post I ever wrote, I told you how a stranger warned me not to blink or it would be over. At the time, I was struggling through the “Terrible Threes” with my Jacky. I told you that I wasn’t going to wish the time away because I knew it
Back track to a few weeks ago on a Saturday night… Mom’s first night out solo–Wahooooo! Am I right? Who can relate? I was kind of excited to run out the door. This was my first time going out for longer than two hours in the past three and a half months. I was going
My boys and I have been going through some pretty major changes recently with their dad moving out of the house. I’ve been trying my best to keep things as “normal” as possible for them, whatever that means. I’m starting to question what “normal” is for me so I can’t even imagine how hard it
I looked down at my right hand and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My pointer finger was broken. I mean, totally broken in half. So weird, I didn’t feel any pain. But it was clearly broken. It had to be fixed. I had to get myself to a hospital. But there was no time!
I’m reading a book called “The Places That Scare You.” A friend gave it to me, knowing I was going through some changes in my life. In it, Pema Chondron teaches: We can let the circumstances of our lives harden us and make us increasingly resentful and afraid, or we can let them soften us and make us
My feelings about my clothes can be summed up in one word: Ugh. My whole wardrobe is a malfunction. Clothes could be an expression of my personality: fun, social, creative, on the go. Yet every day, I open my drawers and peer into the depressing options, settling on something ho-hum, then proceed with my routine.
I’m going through an emotionally difficult time in my life (I’ll tell you more about that later). What I will tell you now is that I’m coming to the realization that I can’t do it alone. Believe me, I want to. I want to be able to stand on my own and dodge every
Over the past decade, I have worked hard to become a good nurse. Initially quite cautious, over the years I have developed confidence in my abilities, and now pride myself on remaining calm while fielding acute crises. Clinical judgement is equal parts education, training, experience, and common sense, and virtually no one is blessed with all of these components
Midway through the second trimester of my pregnancy, we went on a family trip to Philadelphia. While it may not sound as glorious as a tropical vacation, I’d lived in Philly for years after college, and it still feels like home to me. It’s a great little city with many kid-centric activities to entertain my
There are days when I fully expect to be sad, anxious, depressed. My wedding anniversary. The date my ex-husband came out of the closet. Around the holidays. And there are other times when I just wake up, on a beautiful sunny day, with nothing in particular to be worried about, and it feels like the