There are some days and nights when I'm not sure if I'll ever get over you. This seems a little dramatic, no? You can't make this $%^&, up, right? The months that have passed leave me with more questions than answers and resolutions. This can't be the end. If it is, this is the biggest … Continue reading Waves
I have a lot on my mind. I'm not sure what to share so here are a few random thoughts about things: My foster son is African American. If you doubt racism exists, I can confirm for you that it does. Go ahead and stay in your safe little corner if you disagree. But, I'll … Continue reading Random
For the longest time, I tried to make excuses. I figured that there had to be more. Why? Because nothing made sense. I lived everyday with this confusion hanging over my head and the belief that somehow, somewhere this would all make sense. But I'm tired of making excuses and I'm tired of trying to … Continue reading All In
Where are you, Baby? Still somewhere choosing your words carefully, I presume? There's a hole here in this big house. It feels even bigger than normal. There are things I'd like to do with you. I'd like to cook an extravagant dinner with you, music playing, and candles burning. I'd like to argue debate pointless & … Continue reading Things I Would Like To Do . . .
Sleep. More sleep. To eat meals when I'm hungry. To see the way you look at me sometimes. But just...all the time. Your arms around me. Someone to tell me it's going to be alright. To know there's a reason and a rhyme for how I ended up here, heart so tired and broken.
One day you wake up and you're no longer young. I mean young, young. As a woman, you near a certain point where you begin to be more and more certain that you will not give birth to a child. Some women go through adulthood with that desire a distant thought or a "Eh. I … Continue reading Babies & White Picket Fences
Dear Future Husband, There's a prayer I'm praying right now. It's really the same thing over and over. I am praying for you. I'm praying we can somehow get past this wall that appears to be in front of us now. I pray nothing will stand in our way. I pray you'll find me, see … Continue reading Run & Never Tire
Brushing a girl's hair behind her ear once a day will solve more problems than all those therapists and drugs. - Atticus I'm writing a love story. I thought I was stuck. Last weekend, I thought I'd never get past this mess of my own heart. The pieces still broken - fearing hope. But the … Continue reading A Love Story in Progress
So I guess we'll have to do it the hard way I've never done things the easy way. I won't start now.