I am alone. The place is empty and sparklingly clean - almost sterile. But even though it's bare it still feels like home to me and I find myself getting more and more and more teary until I can no longer hold back the floodgates. It's like trying to hold back a river with a … Continue reading Unsteady Uproot – “I am alone” (Monday, July 29th)
Here's some radical honesty for you: If we aren't friends. If we aren't involved in each others lives. If we aren't spending quality time together of some sort. Then I don't want to care for your children. Not even if you pay me.
I wrote this WEEKS ago, but never got around to putting it up on the blog. It was dark and sleeting and we were bumping along the highway in a giant truck while pulling a trailer and...I started writing this to help pass the time. But I got suuuuper sleepy, and was yawning, and bleary-eyed, and we were getting major feedback from the empty 20 foot trailer behind us so it was the craziest most random jumble of thoughts in a Word Document. Hopefully its in some semblance of order now. Enjoy.
Some people will tell you that there are no second chances in life. Those people lie.
There are boxes in Janelle's empty bedroom. There are boxes and random belongings strewn accross her guest bedroom. There are doodads in her bathroom that need sorting. There is a "to donate" pile in the living room. And there is a "to sell" stack in the garage. I have two more days to widdle down … Continue reading Good Grief.