Don’t Touch Me (Breaking Silence)

I have a good friend in Canada who is seemingly my younger twin. She's also got 5 kids and loves to write...although, Nuala Reilly is published and I'm still aspiring to be. We both blog and we are both passionate about fighting back against this "rape culture" for the betterment of our daughters and sons. I've…

Overbooking and Aging

I'm not really old. But I'm no Spring chicken, either. And for those of us who have been in the "over achiever" category all our lives, this whole aging thing is just ass-kicking. No, not a little tiring. I mean, beat-down with a baseball bat, friggin' leaving you taking 3-hour naps in the middle of…

My Body is a Traitor

Rotator cuff is screaming at me and has been since January that it is being overused. I tried taking it to the doctor and all she prescribed was NSAIDs and ordered an x-ray which didn't show any bone issues. I took it back in April and said, "Hey, this thing is worse." She sent me…

Now That I Can Breathe Without Tears

This was my post on Facebook the day following the tragic and brutal assassination of five police officers just 20 miles east of me in Dallas. I thought I would share it here and then expand: "I spent the better part of last night with my ear glued to the radio. I feel like a…

Fifty

He turned 50 yesterday. He was working out of town and didn't get home until really late. The children were all asleep as they had final exams today and needed the rest. I sat with him for a little while, fighting to keep my eyelids open. Five o'clock in the morning comes so fast. I…

I’m Here in the Volunteer Recovery Room

Hi. It's me. You know that crazy mother of five who uses her blog as a way to work through her issues because Groupon has yet to come out with a free therapy coupon. Yeah. I didn't fall off the planet. I've just been recovering from all of the exhaustion that running around like a…

He’s on My Heart

A little before 3 o'clock yesterday afternoon, I was suddenly urged to call my husband at work. I had been thinking of him for nearly an hour. This is not unusual. My thoughts jump around frequently during the course of my errands and household chores. If I fold his shirt, I think of him. When…

Sick Sucks

A friend of mine in whose office I volunteer several hours per  week, came in for about 9 days straight coughing and hacking and sounding just awful. Her colleague and I both encouraged her to go to the doctor and get antibiotics. It was obviously bronchitis. Fast-forward 2 weeks. I have it now. No one…

Appreciation for Those Who Tolerate

The list of people in my life (or who, more accurately WERE in my life) who hurt me and my family by using hateful remarks, posting misinformation and bigoted memes on social media, or worse, forward those same "helpful" gems to me and my husband via email, is a ridiculously long list. And the volume…

Her Typical Morning

She reaches over and grabs her cell phone to turn off that annoying bubbling brook ring tone that she has set for her alarm. She tries to set the phone down quietly but misjudges the distance from her hand to the the night table and it lands with a loud thud, causing her husband to…