Save me

I don’t know about anyone else, but I am constantly looking for ways to save money. Why is that? A year ago I was making half of what I’m making now, and back then I had to sell handmade jewelry just to survive. Then I got a promotion and subsequent raise at work…yet somehow, I found very quickly that I…

De-Zombied

  Thinking back, my childhood was the happiest time of my life. And that is because I actually lived. I sat on the porch swing snapping green beans with my mom and my grandma. I sang songs around campfires with my dad’s church youth group. I rode my bicycle down my grandpa’s half-mile gravel driveway. I threw stink bugs at…

Divided We Fall

I don’t write much about controversy. I don’t rant about politics. Or religion. I don’t engage in debates on Facebook. I make it a habit to steer clear of the latest social media trending topics. Blue/gold dresses and gender-specific restrooms are not my typical blog fodder, because to be honest, in a few days those topics will have been forgotten.…

Twelve

June 30, 2006   Today was one of the worst days of my life. Zion’s birthday was a disaster. I guess I knew in my heart he wouldn’t cooperate. I knew he wouldn’t open presents or blow out the 2 little candles on his cake. But what am I supposed to do, not have a birthday party for my son?…

Too far gone

We have a country club right outside of our neighborhood. Rich folk aren’t normally my crowd, but pool folk most certainly are. And this club has a glorious pool. So a few weeks ago I called the manager, and I asked if he would consider selling me a pool pass for the summer instead of a full-fledged golf membership. I…

Fathered

I spent years raising my kids without their papa. And while he is back in their lives somewhat now, they essentially grew up without a father in the home. So every year on Father’s Day, it was only natural to feel a bit melancholy. Yes, because I felt sadness for my kids and the voluntary absence of their papa from…

Free

This week I am going to take a break from writing about autism and the antics of life with Zion, and write about something that quite frankly, I need to get out. And perhaps, if I’m lucky, it will also benefit a few to read.   ******************** I spent way too much of my life morphing. Bending. Arching. Twisting Changing.…

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