Pingback: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/tether/ Today's prompt, tether, is a personal one for me. Typically our daily prompts inspire me to write essays or poems, but not today. When my son, Jack, was a brand-spanking-new-infant, my mother noticed a fleshy dimple of sorts at the top of his bum, right where his spine and bum met. A first… Continue reading Tethered No More
*This article was originally featured on enigmalife.com @http://enigmalife.com/stories/my- "I'm engaged," my best friend, Lynn, of 20 years excitedly exclaimed through the phone, while simultaneously texting me a picture of her smiling so brightly that she was gleaming, holding up her left hand, showcasing her bright and shiny new engagement ring. "Congratulations! I'm so happy for… Continue reading My Best Friend Is Getting Married…Now What?
As most of my WordPress friends know, my health has not been good for seven years. This past year was probably the worst it has ever been, with the Winter proving to be almost unbearable. Between July of 2016 and February of 2017 I underwent three major surgeries, one requiring a 5 day stay in… Continue reading Finally! A light at the End of the Tunnel!
Pingback: https://strictlyunstructured.com/2017/05/24/excuse-me-but-i-think-you-have-the-wrong-impression/ "Hurry up, cross the street," she whispered to her daughter, ushering her toward the opposing city sidewalk. Confused, the young girl asked her mother, "why mom?" "Nevermind the reason, just do as I say," the mother abruptly responded to her impressionable young daughter. What the hope filled young girl failed to see was not lost on… Continue reading Behind the Impressions
I am not afraid; you no longer scare me. Once so terrified of you, I spent hours scouring the Internet desperately trying to find your new address, license plate number, and make and model of your latest car. Not anymore. You've had your way with my emotions for the last time. Though not physically raped,… Continue reading Anger Boiled Over
Moms, Dads, athletes, professionals, and students are all common ways that people identify themselves. For a period of time during my younger years I identified myself as a Type A Perfectionist. I was born with a plan and goals and nothing was going to stop me from completing my plans and achieving my goals. As time… Continue reading Accepting My Identity Outside of “Mother”
I hold no ill will and wish you peace. This I have told you time and time again. It seems every time a fair amount of time passes you reappear, just as you did when I was a vulnerable child, unaware of how to protect myself from your absence or your presence. I understand and… Continue reading When the Damage is Done
Pingback: https://biaatlas.wordpress.com/2017/04/26/inside-not-out/ Throughout my thirty years I have been very privileged to have experienced living in many states across our great nation. My Dad was in the Navy, so we moved every two years when he was re-stationed until he retired from the Service and we returned home. We lived in Arizona and Washington State and… Continue reading Unexpected Roots
Born and raised in Boston, I grew up a strict Irish Catholic. If I wasn't at Mass with one set of grandparents over the weekend, my Dad made sure my siblings and I were there with him and my Mom. Maybe because of the connotation my Faith carries so closely to my grandparents', or maybe… Continue reading Why I Refuse to Let My Faith be Tested
I've been looking forward to today for months. For some, today is just a regular, rainy Tuesday in March, but for me, it's much more than that. Today was the day my husband and I chose to celebrate our anniversary. You see, my husband, Mike, is a critically acclaimed chef and with his position comes… Continue reading My First Parenting Fail and What It Taught Me