“The door to happiness opens outward.” ~Soren Kierkegaard Doors are the subject of countless quotes, and my favorite is Kierkegaard’s. A door opening outward exudes hope, promises escape, offers sunshine, air, and limitless possibilities. The last time I escaped through a door that opened outward, searching for happiness, I instead found groceries and lead footed … Continue reading Open the Door
T’ be youngest yer blessed and yer cursed Tho loose lips claim bein’ middle’s worst Yer ma’s big regret: Years swabbin’ the deck Fer time’s cruel, and can ne'er be reversed ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Give no quarter to tricks nature plays Ye’ll be me laddie all o’ yer days Wi’ yer sea legs on Heave ho, chase … Continue reading Fer Me Wee’est Spawn’s High School Gradeation Dey
Happy Mother's Day to everyone who did it, despite being warned. I'm taking the day off to sob, but thought you might enjoy a post written on a Mother's Day of yor. (Fancy for: two years ago.) Too lazy? Okay. Here is a quick limerick, but then you may read my old post. You're welcome.~ … Continue reading Happy Mother’s Day… What Did You Weigh?
Thing 1 headed back to school today, but before she did, we had some mother daughter bonding in the form of binge watching an older TV show that neither of us had seen: season 1 of "Gilmore Girls", a chick show if there ever was one. So why am I feeling hostile? The setting is … Continue reading Autumn and Winter Binging
Parenting isn't always so gratifying If I claimed that it was you'd know I was lying From colicky babe to a teen non-complying Rules you broke you would claim needed clarifying Light up shoes without laces before you were tying First day of first grade you held tight- that was trying Costly clothes you out … Continue reading Separation Anxiety
From conception I confess I learned that pregnancy oppressed All my habits heretofore Extricated evermore Blithe nymph inside me flew away My name was changed to mom that day A plaintiff requiem - a sometime Hell Weighty burdens corked up well Little does one comprehend Fleeting childhood does soon end Add distance geographically The circle … Continue reading Martyrdom and Motherhood
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