Postaday.

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...

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...