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As we were trolling around a store on Saturday, May 12th in Dallas, I came upon a book and decided to buy it for Zeagan. It was Guardians of the Galaxy. It's an animated book about Baby Groot going to sleep. Perfect right? Well here's why I'm telling you...I open Facebook, at which I told… Continue reading Make It Count
A while back I decided to start treating myself again and getting my nails done. A new distraction I suppose. It's been good for me I think. Well the other day while sitting at the table a lady sat next to me and said "oh you have Hebrew on your wrist, it says family!". I… Continue reading I’m Still His Mom This Mother’s Day
Do you ever feel like a moth to a flame? Or a bug on a windshield? A grain of sand being buried deeper and deeper? I feel like that bug that got stuck on the windshield wiper that's trying to hang on for dear life. We've ALL been there. That's just where I am now.… Continue reading A Bug’s Life
There's a huge difference between dreaming and having vivid images. I honestly am not sure which I'd rather have when it comes to the negative aspect. Joe and I were having a deep conversation last week. We both have vivid images. Images you do not want to even think about. But we both cannot get… Continue reading Dreaming With My Eyes Wide Open
Today started like normal, nothing unusual. Well, nothing has been 'normal' for quite a while but I suppose this is my new normal. It was going fine...till I saw the date. Nine months. Oh how I loathe the number 26. Sometimes I feel like I have tunnel vision. As much as I travel the same… Continue reading April Makes Nine
I was driving to work Tuesday morning, it's sunny, slightly cloudy. I'm listening to XM radio like usual and 'Location' by Khalid starts to play... "Send me your location Let's focus on communicatin' 'cause I just need the time and place to come through" Another song on Zane's playlist. A flashback started. A new one.… Continue reading Fair Warning
"When the past dies, we mourn for the dead; when the future dies, we mourn for ourselves." ~ Gloria Steinem Is this what I am doing? I suppose. Probably because he was MY future. OUR future. Joe and I went to the gym Saturday morning and were headed straight to the softball field to watch… Continue reading He Was My Future