I like Ike

  “You don’t know what you’re talking about!” “Yes, I do! You’re the one who’s wrong!” “No, I know I’m right, so just leave me alone.” “I’m not even listening to you anymore. I don’t care what you say because I know you’re wrong.” My kids’ argument drowns out the radio as I turn the…

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A Fully Stocked Fridge

I hear the car door slam and look at the clock. “Crap!” I forgot to thaw something for dinner. Again. Wheeling my office chair away from the desk, I give it a spin and catapult myself out of it, my socks sliding on the wood floor, through the living room, and into the kitchen. Grabbing…

Desperate Tones

I held the baby a little tighter as I followed the rocky path along the shoreline. My eyes refused to adjust to the darkness and the moon provided little guidance. The baby slept, peacefully buried in my bosom, oblivious to the life altering journey before us. I prayed she wouldn’t wake until we were far…

No One Talks About It

Originally posted on The SisterWives:
Fear. Judgement. Discrimination. This is the short list associated with the the stigma of mental illness and the effects are devastating to not only those who live with it, but the family members who love them. Please welcome Leah who simply wants you to hear her message when it comes…

To The Woman Who Owned My House

Compassion. Ten little letters which on their own are insignificant. Yet, when placed side by side, come together to spell a feeling so strong it can move mountains. And, when that word takes action, the world is a better place for it. To The Woman Who Owned My House, My family and I looked at…