So I’m a Poopyhead
“YOU ARE A…” I watched as my then three-year-old sifted through her limited vocabulary for the biggest dagger. “POOPYHEAD!” Her little fists were balled up
If we look, we can see him. His love. His touch. Everywhere.
“YOU ARE A…” I watched as my then three-year-old sifted through her limited vocabulary for the biggest dagger. “POOPYHEAD!” Her little fists were balled up
We sat at the edge of our seats. With every score we rose as one, the cheers reverberating through the whole building. My mama heart
I dodge germs like Mohammed Ali. A wayward sneeze from Savannah, I sweep to the left. An unexpected cough from my man, I swing to
I sat in the doctor’s waiting area, and couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The front desk ladies were talking to one another about a
I’m not one for soapboxes. After all, the name is fitting – I picture something tall, slippery and easy to fall from… and I envision
I like to look for them. Like a kid hunting for Easter eggs or feeling under a pillow for that dollar bill from the tooth
“See ya later Jen!” The instructor called to me at the end of class. Our vivacious aqua extreme instructor has known me for over a
There is tragedy ahead. I know, right? Great way to start a blog! But it’s true. Not to be fatalistic, but to be real. I
I am SUCH a good person on New Year’s Eve. Well, I’m not a great person RIGHT THIS SECOND – but I’m filled with anticipation
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