Wreck

My son was in a car #wreck last month. He is okay--I find myself having to rush to say that for other people's benefit as well as my own, as if each time I say the words they stop the nightmare from returning. The nightmare where I wake up sobbing from being told he isn't okay at all, where the #wreck is worse than it was.-- via @CStreetlights

My son was in a car wreck last month. He is okay–I find myself having to rush to say that for other people’s benefit as well as my own, as if each time I say the words they stop the nightmare from returning. The nightmare where I wake up sobbing from being told he isn’t okay at all, where the …

It’s Not My Problem if You’re Insecure

Your Insecurity is Not My Problem via @CStreetlights

An insecure man stammered his way into my life last week. Like all insecure men, this one hid behind his computer screen and cell phone because he was too much of a coward to face a real person let alone anyone from my household. I use such a generalization because this particular individual has tried to antagonize me before. Some of …

Seventeen

#Seventeen

Seventeen years ago today I became a mother for the first time. My little boy — who’s not so little anymore — was born the day after I locked up my classroom for Christmas Break and three days before Christmas. It was a difficult birth, and it seemed like though my heart was created to be that of a mother’s, …