Monday, March 21, 2011


When I think about the future of my little family it is excruciating. I don't know when or how, but it's all going to change.

I love my girls. I want only wonderful and good things for them, above all peace. I guess as the saying goes, it's better to come from a broken home than to live in one. Someday I will have so many questions to answer --and that day is coming. As this is the only life these girls will have, my job is to prepare them for it. How can I be effective and be the influence that inspires independence, strength of character, and an absolute knowledge of what she will and will not stand for?

Live it.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

that DARN blog...

It grates on my mind ALL THE TIME. I don't know how people can just "forget" about their blogs --mine grates on me everyday. ...Everyday that I don't write is a conscious choice. Sometimes my writing is too personal, and therefore, includes too much of what's going on inside of my brain.

My brain.
Ugh. Be grateful you're not there. At some point, the whole story will come flooding out, and the puzzle pieces will all make sense. That's not today. That's not anytime soon, so until then, I may write... I should write... I have three little girls who will someday wonder what's the dealio with the holes here, but maybe much longer than that someday, they will understand.

...Maybe by then I will too.