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History Repeats 

Sometimes it sucks being a parent.  So much responsibility. So much pressure to do the right thing.  Not ever feeling that I am doing anything close to right.  It sucks even more, the second time around. Raising grandchildren is tough.  Looking into their eyes and seeing their confusion. Feeling their pain.  Trying to act like […]

Ashes In My Coffee, Whiskey In My Tea

Ashes in my coffee  I’ll drink it anyway No time to make another  Already hate this day Alarm didn’t wake me Running late and then The dog ate my breakfast Slowly count to ten Trip down the stairs Drop the phone, stub my toe Straight back to bed  Is where I want to go  Morning […]

Playing Hooky 

“I need a day off.” The Six Year Old says, in her angry voice, only minutes after coming downstairs this morning.  “Okay”, I was quick to answer.  I can tell this isn’t going to be a good day. I need to attempt to ward off a mental and emotion disaster today.  I need a day […]

Letter to My Teenage Self 

Dear Teenage Self, We need to talk. There is so much I want to tell you, but I’ll keep this short and as sweet as I’m able.  Smile. You’re beautiful.  Take care of yourself. Exercise. Stop consuming enough food to feed a family of four. Eat more than your parakeet.  Eating disorders suck.  Always remember […]

Closure is Overrated

You know when you’re feeling stressed and confused and you know you’re going to say too much or the wrong thing but you open up anyway because you want to be honest and it all backfires and then you feel even worse plus you’re mad at yourself for breaking your own code of silence by […]

Who Doesn’t Like Free Stuff – Giveaway

I’m having a real live giveaway here on One Valium at a Time! No, your can’t win any anti-anxiety meds. You’ll have to get those the legal way. What you can win is this amazing coffee mug from National Etching. As you probably guessed by their name, they have more than just sassy mugs. They […]

Let Me Be Random

Let me be random. I talk about nonsense. In detail. I like trivia. Sometimes I need to be quiet, sometimes I need you to be. I have quirks and habits. If they don’t hurt you, Let me keep them. They’re mine, you have your own. Let me and my coffee have our alone time. It’s […]

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