What Happens to Mom When the Kids Grow Up?

"In the end, I am the only one who can give my children a happy mother who loves life" - Janene Wolsey Baadsgaard While many women dread milestone birthdays and the inevitable aging that comes with another passing year, I am not usually one of these women. Admittedly, my twenties were quite difficult for me. Though … Continue reading What Happens to Mom When the Kids Grow Up?

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Snapshots

https://owningitlog.wordpress.com/2017/11/29/just-a-post-seen/ Through the lens of meticulously edited images and Carefully crafted captions, You see me and Believe you know me. Behind the smiling snapshots A surprising ocean of emotions simmers, Constantly threatening to boil over, Unedited.      

The Public Speaker’s Innermost Thoughts

Pingback: https://insach21site.wordpress.com/2017/07/13/from-bumble-to-humble/   From backstage, he can't see them, but he knows there's a crowd from the hushed whispers, an unmistakable sound. He knows his turn will soon come around and Despite his best efforts, none of his confidence has been found.   Plagued with crippling doubts and fears, He wonders if anyone will care when … Continue reading The Public Speaker’s Innermost Thoughts

Anger Boiled Over

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

The Cost of Perfection

Walking across the stage receiving her diploma was one of the proudest moments of her life, and one of the most terrifying.  She couldn't believe she was the first one in her family to graduate from college but she still had no idea what she was going to do about her situation. If her father … Continue reading The Cost of Perfection

Dear John

Pingback: https://wandasncredible.wordpress.com/poetry-musings/   Sitting at her desk, under the dimly lit lamp, night after night, she eyed her typewriter as if it were one of  her most feared archenemies. She knows exactly what she must do, but it’s as if her fingers won’t allow her to type the words. Try as she might all she can come … Continue reading Dear John

Just Incase

"Please make sure he's in the middle." "Why?" "It's the safest place." "Seriously?" "Well that's what all the experts say." "But we have dual side curtain airbags and reaching in the middle of the truck is a pain in the ass." "Can't you ever just do what I ask?" "You're gonna push me on this … Continue reading Just Incase

Learning to Overcome

Pingback: https://tomboyforlife.wordpress.com/2017/03/02/always-in-doubt/ The Daily Post: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/doubt/ During my thirty-three years of living, doubt and I have become closer companions than I care to acknowledge. Never one to make a clear, executive, or precise decision, I have long been plagued by doubt and second guessing myself. As a student I anxiously worried if my school work was good enough. … Continue reading Learning to Overcome

Her Vacant Self

"Are we really going to do this again tonight?" "No, please stop. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you angry. I don't want to fight!" Silence deafens the tension rich sedan air they share. The roaring sounds of racing tires on the wet highway asphalt serves as a lullaby for her, the constant sound … Continue reading Her Vacant Self

Evening Out the Uneven

via Daily Prompt: Uneven Just as soon as I finish helping with homework and cooking dinner, I'll be able to take a deep breath. No wait, first I have to clean up the dinner dishes, read a bedtime story, and lay out tomorrow's clothes. Yes, then I'll sit down. Maybe put my feet up. Oh … Continue reading Evening Out the Uneven