Category Archives: Love

Ride or Die is Overrated. Yeah, I said it.

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I was sitting in the car at a red light today, and Locked Away by R. City featuring Adam Levine came on the radio. And all of a sudden, I was furious. FURIOUS. IRATE. INCENSED. You get the picture. Here are the lyrics, just in case you’ve been living under a rock or you hate Adam Levine (who am I kidding…no one hates Adam Levine):

If I got locked away
And we lost it all today
Tell me honestly, would you still love me the same?
If I showed you my flaws
If I couldn’t be strong
Tell me honestly, would you still love me the same?
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Punching Other Moms, Causing Disunity, and Other Ways to Let Your Light So Shine

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A few weeks ago for Mother’s Day, the kids at church were asked to fill out a little paper all about their mom. My son’s paper proudly proclaimed, “My mom is awesome because she ‘CAN PUNCH OTHER MOMS.’” Tha hell??!! Seriously, son? THAT’s what you want everyone to know about why your mother is awesome??!! (For the record, I do NOT make it a habit to “punch other moms.”) Continue reading

On Validation…

Rainbow colored lights decorate the White House in honor of the Marriage Equality ruling

Rainbow colored lights decorate the White House in honor of the Marriage Equality ruling

When I was young and naïve and untouched by the worries of the adult world, I remember that when I would walk into a room, I felt like all eyes in the room looked at me and were pleased by what they saw. And, unhealthy and misguided as this was, knowing that I was attractive to the general public was validating to me. I felt valued and appreciated by the mere response people gave me with just their eyes, knowing nothing about me as a person. But, after the bodily trauma of carrying 5 children (2 of them twins!) in my body, the spiritual trauma of a faith crisis/transition, and the emotional trauma of a failed/abusive marriage and the ensuing stress of single motherhood, I now tend to count myself lucky if, by some happy circumstance, I happen to slip into a room completely unnoticed. Physically, I am no longer the youthful beauty that I remember myself to have been; and yet, I feel like the “real me” has improved progressively as the “exterior me” has slowly faded away. At least, I hope I am continually improving on the inside regardless of what remains on the outside. Continue reading

When Your Dad’s in Prison…A Little Father’s Day Humor from the Offspring of the Incarcerated

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I wrote out a big long whiny post about why I’m sad and angry that, for my children, Father’s Day is just another reminder of the dad they don’t currently have. My ex husband, the father of my 5 children, is in prison, where he has been for the majority of my kids’ lives.
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