*If you don’t like to read bad words, don’t read this. If you read it anyway, don’t write and chide me on it. I cuss pretty regularly in real life and censor a ton on here, but today wasn’t the day to censor and it certainly isn’t the day to call me on it. Six…
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Death Becomes Her
Last week I sat on my therapist’s couch, trying to explain how I felt lately. “It’s almost as if,” I paused thinking of how to word it. How did I feel? I raised my hands up to my throat without even knowing it. “As if I’m suffocating. It feels like death is everywhere I look,…
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On Having Another
I’m folding laundry as Sam flips through his phone. It’s late and quiet, and we’re both lost in thought. I reach forward to grab another round of shirts and glance at him. “Where are you at on wanting another baby?” I ask it abruptly, because there doesn’t seem to be another way to go about…
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5 Years
I can’t believe they’d be five this year. Kindergarten. Would I have homeschooled them? Watched them ride the bus to school? Bought two of everything they would need – and would they have wanted to match? They’d be learning how to ride a bike. Tie shoes. Use their inside voices. Driving Bella crazy. I often…