An empty nest. It is by far the saddest saying one could create. Indeed, a nest is, by definition, a …
Being ready for college and actually going to college are two different things, and you’ve got to be prepared to survive all on your own. So now’s the time to really ask yourself this question.
Build the life you want and if it is meant to be, he may come back to you, but if it is not then your love is still out there waiting for you to find him.
As we age so do our parents. The ones we turned to for support now need ours. It is very hard to deal with aging parents as it makes us face our own mortality. For those who did not have supportive parents, it can be even harder.
You have spent the better part of your life tending to the needs of these not so tiny people you birthed, so now what? Exactly what are you supposed to do now with all this time on your hands?
We only see what we are shown but underneath there is a struggle, a battle that we don’t show to the world. Many of us have been taught through shame not to reveal our secrets, not to let people know our struggles for fear we will be judged as not good enough, not ‘normal’. Stigmatized by society as well as our own families not to reveal what is seen as weakness, illness, disease, less than, inadequate, or different.
Anthony Boudain understood us like no outsider has. He saw the hearts and souls of the people of West Virginia. This world is a little less bright today for me as I mourn a friend I never actually met.
As the proud owner of an anxiety disorder (PTSD) I am often stuck in my own mind spiraling out of control until I reach the point of panic or wanting to run and hide any time there is the hint of a change in my life.
It seems that Mother Nature cannot decide if it is going to be hot or cold. Hot flashes followed by night sweats which than leads to freezing. Her mood swings are off the charts with more hurricane’s, earthquakes, and tornado’s then normal.
This was the first time I realized that boys could do things that girls were not allowed to do and it was so not fair. My mom agreed and so her and my maternal Grandfather went out and bought me a tricycle
She held the collage in her hand focusing her gaze on 23. What a pretty face 23 had. Checking her notes she saw that 23 had her photo taken in Middlesex in 1922. She called Jacques…
I may be a little off theme today but, a photo and a late night phone call inspired today’s post.