It Begins As A Thought

It begins as a thought. A sarcastic musing when I read an email or a mean spirited brood over a status on Facebook. An uncharitable opinion, a negative view, a snarky jab. This isn’t who I am but this is exactly who I am when I don’t pay attention to what I’m doing. It’s embarrassing … Continue reading It Begins As A Thought

The Heart in the Darkness

I’ve been angry since my sister died last September. And sad, of course. Confused. Broken open in new places (as if I needed more breaking...see, there’s that anger). Right after she died, there were signs everywhere. I felt her presence. I could hear her voice say, “Karen…”. To me, it was the way you call … Continue reading The Heart in the Darkness

It’s not like I remembered

  It’s not like I remembered. That’s what I kept thinking as I sat with my family going through old pictures. I’d seen the photographs a hundred times but this time I was seeing details that I’d never noticed before. Art on a wall, a book on a table, a tree in the background… I … Continue reading It’s not like I remembered

The Flashback

Trigger warning: This post is about sexual molestation. If this is a trigger for you, please take care of yourself. About 17 years ago, my husband and I were friends with a couple who had a teenage daughter. She was 14 and was pretty in the way that would someday become beautiful. I couldn’t help … Continue reading The Flashback

What I Hope To Remember The Next Time Someone Pisses Me Off

I was thinking the other day that I haven't gotten in a fight with anyone in awhile. I haven't even been annoyed by anyone either, but that could be due to the fact that I avoid Facebook as much as possible. I figured since I don't currently have a conflict with anyone, now would be … Continue reading What I Hope To Remember The Next Time Someone Pisses Me Off

No Nelling No More!

Today marks the 30th day of my No Nelling Challenge, which I embarked upon to help me stop yelling at my kids. When I first got started, I thought that it would be possible to never yell but if it is possible, I’m not there yet. Luckily, I didn’t start over every time I slipped … Continue reading No Nelling No More!

The No Nelling Challenge

I’m a yeller. There. I said it. I used to think it was because I’m half-Italian but now I think it’s because yelling is my default when I feel like I’m not being heard. I hate not being heard. In fact, when I think of all the times my husband and I have fought in … Continue reading The No Nelling Challenge