The mind works in mysterious ways, so they say. Thinking about this word, proclivity, sets my mind on a tangent but eventually settled on this thought. Is Christmas just a proclivity? Is it just a habit we chose to perpetuate year after year without any purpose to it? My thoughts take me through the logic... Continue Reading →
Christmas without you.
An empty chair. An empty space. An empty plate. An empty heart. #missingmybaby #heartbroken #bahhumbug #brazycitch1981
And the panic sets in!
It's occurred to me this evening that I have absolutely no idea how to be a single parent or how to be single. I have been a parent for almost 21 years. 4 kids with 3 different dad's but never once was I raising them alone. I'm one of those questionable people who rarely end... Continue Reading →