I have a bad habit of interrupting.It's not a trait I'm proud of. I realise it's rude and disrespectful. It's also incredibly annoying.Some habits are formed so early that by the time you notice them in yourself, it's too late, they're already hard and fast...
A few months ago I was watching BBC's Human Planet. One of the clips was about an old woman who had lost her sight. Her village was located in the mountains, some of the pathways in the village were terribly steep and dangerous, but she...
Time moves so swiftly. Hours. Days. Weeks. They sometimes fly by without regard or warning, and you find yourself turning about, wondering just where the hell they ran off to.Sometimes the desire to simplify and slow down is so strong I want to just turf everything...
Today you are one year and one day. Today marks the anniversary of the day we brought you home. I am still in awe of you. Watching you grow and change. Learn and observe. Watching your legs plump up into sweet little rolls, and strengthen to...
Today I'm just really sad, and writing is always really hard for me when I'm super sad, because I pretty much just want to roll into a little ball and sob all day.So my biggest boy was here for a couple of days, part of...
As a child, I always enjoyed a good hideout. I would happily snuggle in behind a tree or rhododendron bush, branches and leaves forming a natural fort which had the power to sweep me away to an enchanted land.It felt like magic. Like being in another...
Joyous. Joyful. Jubilant. A celebration.Before we learned he was, in fact, boy...
I recently saw a sticker, which reads, "live a great story." Black letters on white background. Simple. Live A Great Story. A few days ago I received a message from one of my nearest and dearest, (a friend I found in high school, a sister, really. We've...
My father was never around much.My parents divorced when I was still a baby, so I never knew any different. It was just me, my mom, and my big sister.He died when I was 18. Three days before I graduated high school.Over the years I...