Guest Post: Postpartum Depression – Falling Down Little Cracks
Perhaps she wrote this description for Those Who Don’t Know, but perhaps too she wrote it for Those Who Do Know.
Giveaway Winner, and Titles of the Day
Congratulations to Rhonda, first place winner, and to Jenelle, runner-up! I have reached out privately to you both.
Giveaway as promised
There is no reason for it otherwise – except that I like you and I like when you talk to me. So thank you. And enjoy.
Firstborn’s Grad: How Did We Get Here So Soon?
On a night in May, an ordinary night with extraordinary meaning, my oldest son walked across a stage while we all clapped, hard.
1. Thank you and 2. Continue please
Was I right or what? You were there, words on the tip of your tongue, not checked out or bored but crowded around waiting. I could feel you.
Surprise! your turn to talk
I can’t help feeling like some of you have Things to say, but you are not sure you want to say them. Some of you have never commented before.
Poor timing
What can I say?
The aPEARance of Certainty
I accepted a bet from my son, to see which of us was right. He Googled the answer on his phone and then roared his protest.
Making Peace with Me
I think we like our silver, and like coming out about it. Hey, we worked hard for those shining hairs…..
The crowing of a chicken
“I am such a smart bird, I am. Not like those birds I live with, the fat ones all feathers and no brains…”