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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Love OverAll

“United We Stand” “Love Wins” “I ❤️ NY” “Boston Strong” “We Were There For You During The Good Times.” “Thank You For Being There For Us Now.” “Vegas Strong” “Pray for Paris” “Pray For Brussels” “Succumb to Hate…” “Never.”

Opening My Heart to all the Love

  The hot, humid July evening back in 2007 when I discovered I was pregnant was one of the best days of my life. I immediately fell in love with the little person growing inside of me, and I knew that my life would never again be the same.   Knowing that I had a … Continue reading Opening My Heart to all the Love

When Disastrous Yields Delight

Pingback: https://wordpress.com/post/perfectlyimperfect32com.blog/4827 At just twenty-six-years-old, my world crumbled around me. The facade of a life that I had been pretending to enjoy crumbled around me. The death of my beloved grandfather was shortly followed by my long overdue filing for divorce. At the time my son was just three-years-old. I was a stay-at-home-mom with no car, … Continue reading When Disastrous Yields Delight

Tethered No More

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

When Paper Is So Much More

Pingback: https://poetscornerblog.wordpress.com/2017/06/22/paper-promises/ Paper is defined as: a material manufactured in thin sheets from the pulp of wood or other fibrous substances, used for writing, drawing, or printing on, or as wrapping material. To some, that's all it is; a means to an end, whether the end is wrapping a gift or jotting down a note. I'm … Continue reading When Paper Is So Much More

My Unusual Favorite Childhood Memories

Amazing vacations spent with family chock full of beach days, hikes, ice cream, and cookouts, along with endless Summer days spent “riding bikes” to nowhere and playing manhunt until the street lights came on are some of my fondest childhood memories. Great as those times were, my very favorite memories don't look anything like the … Continue reading My Unusual Favorite Childhood Memories

On Being a Bostonian

On Being a BostonianThrough the thick smoke,  shadowy figures of people could barely be made out before they could be heard. Yelling, crying, and mass hysteria took over the entire finish line. In addition to failing limbs, failing hearing and ears crippled people with fear. The explosion or had it been two, had been so loud nothing … Continue reading On Being a Bostonian