Some days

Some days I just want to cry and some days, I just do Some days I roll all the windows down in the car and sing loudly to the music playing on the radio and some days, I hide behind my sunglasses and retreat into my head Some days I run with strength and energy …

Messages

I once wrote about wishing I could go forward in time to see my boys okay - as a way of giving me peace today. Having a knowledge that in the end, it will all be okay. Lately, I have been having discussions with T, in response to his observations about his father, about life …

The Fourth

I do love everything about the Fourth of July. From parades to cookouts to the red, white, and blue to the fireworks. I love love fireworks. But this year is different. My boys decided to spend the holiday with their father. With their grandparents, cousins, aunt, and uncle. And their father's girlfriend. If I told …

Laugh

I can't think of a more beautiful way to complete my day. The laugh of my 17 year old son. With me. It might just be one of the best, most honest-to-goodness happiest things. Ever.

One

"By how many people must we be loved in order to be happy? Two? Five? 10? Or maybe only one? The one who gives us sight. Who takes away fear. Who brings meaning into our existence." - "A Well Tempered Heart" by Jan-Philipp Sendker