She wants coffee, not roses!
Heaven Help Me!
Mom, Author, SuperWoman
Cries in the darkness, I grab my rope and roll out of bed, leaving my husband to sleep. At any moment his phone will ring, calling him to the train yard.
So it is one of my favorite past times every year to explain our family Christmas situation to everyone. For those with family down the street, it could be easier. But for those traveling for the holidays farther than 2 hours, it gets pretty sticky. Railroad women are a rare animal that solo-parent roughly 80-100%…Read More
I’ll be the first to admit that my life is, by no means, glamorous. I am in, in no way, the best at anything. I have many talents but am a master of none, as the saying goes. But when I tell people stories of my life, they listen. Or they read, because I am…Read More
September was a horrible month for me and my house and I am thankful that it is over. I had every intention on doing amazing things in September to include pitching my book, but none of those things happened. I had a slew of family visit me, which in itself is not a bad thing.…Read More
I talk a lot about Tribe in regards to parenting, wifing, working, writing, etc. It is a very particular group of people that “get” the aspect of your life that is unique to the general population. Of these, I find the railroad wives to be my biggest cheerleaders. An even smaller group (you know who…Read More
Some things that comes with a creative mind are crazy dreams. In the light of recent lamentatious posts, I feel a good laugh is far overdue. This dream is going to give away my age. Soooo… I’m in a house next door to my old home in Louisiana that I have not lived since 1999.…Read More
There has been a lot of fence sitting happening in my life. With it, comes general unrest. I usually pride myself in taking decisive actions with measured outcomes, but it seems that I have found myself in a sort of limbo that I cannot seem to choose my way out of. I am…Read More
It seems to be the trend with my fellow bloggers today, to talk about the condition of their “Momming” or “Wifing” or “Womaning” in general. Although I do a pretty darn good job at juggling, I am not satisfied with about 40% of what makes me, Me. Please walk with me, I’m sure you’ll recognize…Read More
This essay was shared with me in confidence, and my dear friend will remain anonymous by her request. This very subject brings out ever primal instinct in me to fight and protect and cry all at the same time. Friend- I can find no words. You have always been a strong personality in my day…Read More