I have lost the knack for writing about myself and my life, which I need to regain in the name of a $1000 scholarship to cover childcare costs this semester ( Read more... )

I asked him if he was ready to come out yet, and he told me no.

Intensely tired. Something won't let me sleep. God knows I've tried today. Finally crawled from bed a bit after 7 pm, my eyes scary blurry, trying to convince myself it's just from trying to sleep for so long unsuccessfully. I'm avoiding looking out of my left eye, just in case it's still blurry ( Read more... )

99 days until my baby makes his way into the world.

The countdown has begun.

( There is nothing new except what has been forgotten. -Marie Antoinette )

I am his housewife, the day spent doing dishes, making corn bread with little a heart punctured into its perfect yellow surface, being ever so domestic ( Read more... )

apprehension for the first half of my mandatory PTA orientation. damn them and their "are you sure this program is right for you ( Read more... )

I am a devoted Melodramatic writer; I've stood by her side through all the processing errors and dry days when I needed her the most and she'd turn her back on me. But it's come down to this ( Read more... )