I watch you growing up And I find myself alone Begging for the strength To one day let you go To watch you walk away No more bedtime stories No more skinned knees No more “but mom please” I didn’t know… I’d run out of time so soon That you’d be mindlessly Saying goodbye each…
THE CYCLE written by Mandi Castle Blogger at: Mandi Castle It starts again. The cycle. The never ending punch in the gut, jolt to the heart, baffling cycle. The first stage: Denial “Have you talked to mom?” The question I hate to hear when one of my four brothers calls. “Yes.” I close my…
My #BeReal guest today is semi-anonymous. My heart is heavy after reading this mom’s story. Life is tough. Being a parent is tough. Sometimes we have limited choices and the only thing giving us hope is that people we love are depending on us. It is difficult to understand how limited and unhelpful social resources can…
It comes and goes Like a river flows Over topography Volatile churning Erasing solid rock Yawning and tired Old and worn out Until it finds her Endless beauty Never changing Diving into air Lunging into life Eternal love So much so She feels like life
My #BeReal guest today is Helena Wester. Helena is an Original Bunker Punk member. She started a new blog in May and I really hope you go and follow and support her. Being real is sometimes really hard. Harder when you grow up never feeling good enough. We grow up believing that good enough is…
Six months ago, on our way to dinner, I had a conversation with my 10 year old daughter. I wanted to watch a movie and hang out with her for our girls night but she had her heart set on asking a friend over. I said “Oh ok” and she immediately changed her mind and…
I posted a poem/story/photograph earlier today. In the photograph I mentioned Kristina Hickman. In linking her name to a post she did earlier this year I found this one. Kristina is important to me. She is important to my family. Kristina, I love you… THIS poem… I am so sorry… I wish I…
I wasn’t easy to raise. I was oblivious, absent minded, dangerously curious, and constantly getting into things. I hear the stories everytime the family gathers and wonder, “who the heck are they talking about?” My brother likens me to the female Dennis the Menace. I often think my mom must really be Beverly Cleary because the Romona…
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