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Wednesday July 8th, 2020 10:16PM
The one where there's rice on the floor
Eating out is my love language. I’ve always said this. I think it must be because I crave and value uninterrupted time with my family. Eating at home is chaotic and I hate to cook. Then I have to clean. Truly, if you love me, you will take me out to eat.
8:27PM ( 3 days ago )
Picking battles and blueberries
Life isn’t about entering battles I am destined to lose. Even if I “win” momentarily, I can lose on the exact same subject by the very next thread posted by people who haven’t been true friends in a long time, if ever. I want to make a conscious decision to step down, out of the virtual bubble that defeats me, and into the real life that beckons joy and peace.
7:43PM ( 1 week ago )
The things that save my sanity
I hope my kids remember me as loving and kind. I don’t want them to remember how I responded when they decided to empty all their dresser drawers after I spent two days folding all the laundry and putting it away. So, sometimes I have to utilize the resources I have available to me to deflect a few of those trying moments.
6:53PM ( 1 month ago )
A better future
How do I talk to my children to explain about the evils of which they have not encountered? How do I? How do I teach my children better? How do I peel off the layers of generational hurt and anger? How do I help them understand the issues that I myself do not understand?
6:46PM ( 1 month ago )
I suwanee, it's just a southern thing
I never realize how *I* talk until I hear it coming out of the mouth of my kids. For instance, my daughter was looking outside and asked me what that bird was just on the other side of the “wind-ah.” The what? Oh, the WINDOW.
8:02PM ( 1 month ago )
Out of the mouths of babes
I knew I wasn’t doing a good job of it, but as her mom, I wanted to comfort her in a time of sadness. I wanted to explain it in a way that she could understand and feel peace. I wanted to find the right words to make her feel safe and reassured. I was an idiot.
9:40AM ( 1 month ago )
Learning lessons in a pandemic
What a weird season. Every time I think I step firmly down, the step shifts and I have to find my footing again. So, here we are. Wherever that is. And wherever I am, I want to grow and learn from this time that I have.
4:12PM ( 3 months ago )
Surviving Coronavirus one public hand rail lick at a time
The same seat that all of Atlanta’s population, bathed and unbathed, used as a means of getting to and from their destinations, is the same seat that my precious, beautiful, innocent daughter decided to put her mouth all over. How can I keep my babies safe? Can I germ-x the whole world?
4:37PM ( 3 months ago )