Sick of Sick

I had not been this sick in a long long time.  

Even though today was the most energy I’ve had since last Thursday I still came back home from the morning errands and went to sleep for 2.5 hours.   It was a doozy.  A weird non-cold, that came with a plugged head, chills, aches, and all around malaise.   

My daughter has had the worst of it with high fever’s and chills.  Her had is so blocked she can’t hear thunder and we communicate with her as if we had a 90 year old with hearing aids on.

Culture for Strep is negative- Just got off phone with Dr. – just have to wait it out. 

I’m SICK of being SICK!


Poor Little Bunny

I want my mommy.

I’m sick and I’m a mom, and I totally really want my mom. I want someone to “mother” me.

What is it to “mother?”

I think it’s to inherently know exactly what your child need’s at a given moment.

It’s a timing thing.

To know when to insert oneself into the flow of life and say “I know you better than you know yourself” and you need to REST.

Yeah. I think that’s it.

MAKE ME rest as only a mother can do.

I am Mother.  I can make me REST.


Hmm… deep thoughts on NyQuil.  Don’t try this at home.


Big Day for The Revelation Project

Today is a big day 😉 The Revelation Project is on Parentables from TLC ( Discovery Networks)! If you care to go, read, comment and “share” with your friends I’d be one happy camper. My dream is to have the project be sponsored by a company who is aligned with our message which is:

“shining your light so that others may shine as well”

 TRP is a social media and photography project that helps women reveal their deeper selves through photographs, interviews and through their own lived experience. 

While you are at it – if you have not yet “liked” our Facebook Page for the Project you can do that here.

Thank you!  

Before You Know Kindness You Know that Mean People Suck.

Clearly I am on a poetry kick.  It does not help however when your AWESOME readers send you more AWESOME poems to read and review…. ahem.

You know, I have to say that I write a lot about heart ache.  Maybe I am a tender hearted person OR maybe I am an over sensitive wah wah who can’t seem to get over the pie in the face of life (sore looser!) but either way – I can totally relate to this beauty written apparently for all the people who’ve known the sting of mean people (mean people suck- wah!)

Photo Credit: Monica Rodgers


Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.

How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and
purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you every where
like a shadow or a friend.

Naomi Shihab Nye / The Words Under the Words: Selected Poems


Love after Love and a Pregnancy Haiku

So, I’m not really sure when i started loving poetry but i think it was around the time I was at a loss for complete sentences to describe what was happening – so…. pregnancy perhaps?  I wonder what my pregnancy Haiku would have sounded like:

Plump and round…
Square circle
Weighing FAT 183 pounds


Cookie Cookie
Carbs and Baloney
Love you so… never lonely

I digress.

I’ve loved poetry since the moment i discovered what a beautiful way it describes the “in betweens” of life.  The intangibles of our emotional world.  It can weave words into beautiful life pictures.  It’s the artists pallet of the written word.

Take this image for example… in a sentence it would sound like this:

“yeah, this sunset over the water painting was so spectacular, and the colors were amazing”


“Sunset sweeps across the sky,

radiating color

warmth will spread from the hue of tomorrow”

Ok- who know’s if i am making any sense at all but the point of this post was to share the following with you:

I  love this poem a friend introduced me to about two weeks ago and wanted to share it with you and dedicate it to The Revelation Project and all the women who have come to the banquet of their own lives.  Also to those who dare to really discover who they are.  What inspiration-  wow.

Love After Love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving

at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.

You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.”

― Derek Walcott

Not In Candy Land Anymore.

Mr. Goodbar wants me to go through my photo’s today and par down.  He says that I especially have too many photo’s of our cats.

I disagree. strongly.  It’s important that I document their every precious cuddle, curl, and sprawl.

I will reluctantly comply.

He wants me to repeat: “I am a digital hoarder” each time I delete a photo or an email.

I love where our relationship is headed now….

We’re not in Candy Land anymore folks.