Before I Had Kids

Warning to all who enter our building, the water seems to be contaminated! Seriously, there are at least six women in our school who are expecting babies, all within months of each other. Saying it is in the water may be an understatement. We are completely surrounded. No joke. Of course, when you have even one pregnant lady around, all the women within 100 feet chime in with their stories of bringing life into the world, imagine what it is like with five or six. Whole lunch time conversations revolve around weird food cravings, stretch marks and random strangers touching their bellies, breast feeding vs. bottles, the struggle of getting … Read more…

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Confessions of a Sister

Eighteen months into my life I was gifted a sister. I don’t remember receiving this gift, but the moment was captured in a photograph. Mom and dad placed her on my lap, my chubby arms wrapped around her, with mom on one side of me and my grandfather on the other. The look on my face is simple and complete adoration. My mom said that I told everyone who met my new sister for the first time that she was ‘My Baby”. It was nice always having a playmate; someone to be silly with and share a laugh. We made up games, played pretend and explored the world around us. … Read more…

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A Love Letter to My Children

My most cherished ones, Love is ridiculous. It can turn a sane person into a lunatic in a matter of seconds. Love creates a passion inside your soul that is uncontrollable and irrational. It comes when you are not expecting it, grabs you around the throat making you gasp for air and wail as if your life were in jeopardy. It is the years of loving someone only to have them ripped away from you making you question what it really means. But, love is also beautiful. It can turn a distrusting heart that has been damaged by the hurts of others into a heart that wants to change the … Read more…

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I am a Writer

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I am a writer. That sounds glamorous, doesn’t it? Important even. It sounds like I have the art of word crafting all figured out. I am disciplined with my writing, setting aside time to create my master pieces. It means that I am published and selling thousands, no millions of copies of my amazingly sophisticated novel. My name is on the top seller list in the New York Times, of course. I have mysterious secrets about my writings that are debated in lit circles worldwide; and a secret spot where I go to spin my tales, where the creative energy flows through me best, like a rushing river in the spring … Read more…

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Hold The Rope: Group Therapy Saved My Life

 Group therapy saved my life. The hidden irony in this statement is that when these six other people entered my world I was doing everything I could to detach myself from the universe. My life felt upside down and kiddywampus. My mental outlook was stuck in a black hole with me grasping to the end of a rope with both hands. Despite my state of mind, I was being pushed by an unforeseen force to get my writing moving. I couldn’t see where to start when I was feeling as empty as I did. The invitation to this group came. I decided to give it a chance. To see what it … Read more…

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The Man Chained Up in the Basement

My Grandpa and Grandma Raymond lived in an old, white farm house that had once been transplanted into town from rural Minnesota. When they first bought the house and moved it from the country in the early 50’s, they did not have money to finish the basement. The basement was dark, with just three ground level windows that were more like slits. It was cold; the walls were all gray cinder block style and the floor was a cold, gray concrete. Grandma had put down some big mismatched 1970’s green and orange rugs to help with the cold on your feet. Though, it helped very little. It had a funny … Read more…

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