Splitting in Half and Coming Out Whole
Father’s Day
I expected it to be worse, honestly. But, generally speaking, what is Father’s Day to an adult? Especially when you live several hours away. You buy a present (maybe) and you make a phone call.
Author: Rhiannon Giles
Asking for Help and Installing Emotional Support Beams
Every time I start to write this, I let out a huge, deep, involuntary sigh.
Then I sit here for a while, unsure where to start.
Reviewing Janelle Hanchett’s “I’m Just Happy to be Here” and Why I’m Just Happy I’m Not Sh!tting in a Paper Bag
As soon as my advance reader copy of Janelle Hanchett’s I’m Just Happy to be Here arrived, I was eager to read it and share my thoughts. I love her blog, Renegade Mothering, so I had no concerns I wouldn’t at least like this book enough to recommend it.
Let’s Get Physical
Was I getting sick?
My throat hurt. Earlier, I coughed and was overwhelmed by vertigo. My body ached.
“Maybe my blood pressure is high. Did I feel like this when I had preeclampsia? Great. I’m probably dying.”
Have Fun Storming the Castle
The golden box was maybe a foot on each side. Definitely smaller than a breadbox. Way too small to contain my dad.
The Crying Tub
Wednesday afternoon I was sitting at the stoplight near Lorelei’s school when my phone rang.
My mother’s number came up on the caller ID. My family is, as a collective, not phone people. Once you get us on the phone we can get sucked into a conversation and spend an evening chatting. But in general, we will always choose text or email. It’s completely normal for me to go weeks, even months, without talking on the phone to my sister or parents.
Allergy Testing, Renegade Mothering, and a Confession
Every year around Easter, Peeps start showing up in stores and everyone is like, “OMG they are so nasty!” and you realize that nobody over the age of 12 enjoys them. I always laugh and say, “Oh yeah, I can eat like one a year. Same for Cadbury Cream Eggs!”