Private Facebook Page? Huh?

Now I've seen it all. A private Facebook page. I do believe this is my most recent example of an oxymoran. A public internet webpage - for members only. So you get there, you find the person you're looking for or whatever, and there they are. A picture and a note that says, "This is…

This mom is BITCHIN’! (literally)

I need to get out of this house. I know what I said earlier about the nesting, enoying the gift of time, relishing my home and family... Yadda, yadda, yadda. Get. Me. Outta here. My due has come, and enough is enough. I cannot lose one more day of my life walking around inisde these…

Naughty Little Nepotists

Who are the people in power, and how did they get it? They seem as ordinary as anyone I know, yet they hold the fate of lives in the palms of their hands. How do they sleep at night knowing they earn their wages deflating confidence, cancelling hopes, turning people to face foreclosure on homes…

Powerful Prayer

I say this often, I believe in it always... In the end, everything will be okay If it's not okay, it's not the end! It is the single most practical way of easing the pain of any situation. Difficult moments - however long they may last, are temporary growing spurts. I think how we handle…

Your biography becomes your biology

You can run, but you can't hide from this truth. You can convince yourself of things, wish and hope for them, BELIEVE in them, pretend them...but underneath our words and actions there lies a kinetic energy that can never be fooled. It exists everywhere and no matter how much we reason one thing or the…

The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath writes, "I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another…

Confessions of a college mom

Week two of kids in school, mom tending the fires at home. I'm lovin' it! Fall happens to be my favorite season ever and I get to see this one into the holidays without my own school agenda lurking in the corners of every hour as I watch the clock tick toward pick-up for my…

Room to Breath

For the first time in a long while, time is not slipping through my fingers and escaping me. I am not feeling as though I'm constantly on borrowed time; cutting corners everywhere to make the ends meet. I am on a temporary sabbatacle from my full-time studies and taking only one class this semester. It…