Toddlers: How Mine Survived

Raising children is a fine line between harnessing demons and treating them as humans. It’s a difficult job. I’m so glad I’m done. See, I despise toddlers. I despised my own and I despise other people’s toddlers. Even when toddlers do the cutest things, more often than not, I’ve had to wrestle with them theContinue reading “Toddlers: How Mine Survived”

The Release of Death

I can only speak of my own experience now that someone with enormous influence over my life has died. I could write about the horrors of those last two weeks or how I cried when I made one of the most harrowing decisions of my life. Instead, I’m going to write about the last twoContinue reading “The Release of Death”

Don’t Kiss Me, I’m Irish-American

On Saint Paddy’s day, there are Americans who are of Irish descent that do not maraud in the streets in drunken stupors. We do not carouse. There is no Bacchanal on this holy day. This is the day the Irish and those of Irish descent go to church, have a quiet dinner with their families,Continue reading “Don’t Kiss Me, I’m Irish-American”

NaNoWriMo: Introversion for Introverts

I have my outline, my sketches, and my worksheets all filled out. I spent most of October hidden away as I prepared for this triathlon of thought, imagination, and the clicking sounds of the keyboard. I’ve completed 25,000 words already and we’re only a third of the way through. I’m on fire! I’m also offContinue reading “NaNoWriMo: Introversion for Introverts”

A Witness to Violence

I am multi-dimensional. I can be many at once or singular. Sometimes both simultaneously. I am a survivor of child abuse and I’ve escaped the cycle. You can too. Marie-Claire The shouting was always a bad sign. Though Marie-Claire wanted to hide in a closet somewhere, I forced us to stand our ground and watchContinue reading “A Witness to Violence”