Stress

Notes from a Crisis

To say that life has changed in the last two weeks would be an understatement. A more close-to-reality statement would be that all of life hit a major pause button. It’s like when you watch a scene on TV with a speed setting that is fast-forwarding it all and then you suddenly have the scene…Read more Notes from a Crisis

People are such tools.

** WARNING: Long-ish post. Well worth the read, though.** Sooo, I’ve had cause recently to look back on 2019 a few times. Of course, there are many writing directions one can take such a sentence, but what I am going to highlight here is with regard to relationships. In my opinion, all of life is…Read more People are such tools.

Questions for my friend, Worry Wart.

I just have a number of questions, pressing ones that might make sense to you, Worry Wart, ole buddy ole pal. Please, hear me out, and help me out also with answers to my questions. The way I figure it, my questions might help you, and your answers me. Win-win. First off, when did it…Read more Questions for my friend, Worry Wart.

Not good enough, eh?

To say I’ve been stretched lately is an understatement. For some reason, I’d imagined that as my kids got older, I’d have more time to myself. I’m now learning that my expectations of “older” need to be adjusted. Yes, that is a truth that will at some point happen. As I’ve heard, there will come…Read more Not good enough, eh?

How to leap over mountains

As I write this, I think of the many people of all ages who in this same month will be going through graduation ceremonies here in the States. Side note: I am one of those people who happen to find it absolutely ridiculous for a kindergartner to be going through such a ceremony. Heck, I’m…Read more How to leap over mountains

The art of mothering – pt. 3

I have a little explorer on my hands, folks. My very own Dora. And you know what? I’m so proud of her, even though it often means sleeplessness and a bit of stress on my part. Like when she put her hand in the toilet bowl to touch the water. I caught her just before…Read more The art of mothering – pt. 3