Being a Mommy was something I had dreamed about as far back as I can remember. My favorite thing to do as a child was to play with my dolls. They were my first babies. I dressed them, fed them and loved them for many years, just like any good mommy would do. Dolls decorated [...]
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A Day In The Life Of (Someone Like) Me
December 6th, 2011 
admin 6am: Not so gently awakened by the deep voice of a 15 year old man child who is informing me that I’m stupid. Why am I stupid? Because he has no clean clothes and no dry clothes. Why? Because I’m stupid and didn’t turn the dryer on so all of his clothes are sopping wet [...]
Life Is Like An Overstuffed Sandwich
August 21st, 2011 admin I was reading a tweet by @lolaaugustine that hit a home I hadn’t revisited in a long time. She mentioned in her tweet that “happy families (with dads) make me sad sometime. I was there. Those few words brought back floods of memories. Every piece of my being knew EXACTLY what she meant and EXACTLY [...]
The One Where I Admit I Fell
August 10th, 2011 admin If I weren’t Jewish and if I believed in a g-d of some sort, I’d probably go to Confession or something. But, I am and I don’t. So, herein lies the solution… My blog is my confessional and you are all in charge of my penance. 3 years ago I decided to do a really [...]
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10 Comments »Walking The Line Of Life
July 30th, 2011 admin Life. A circle? No, a finite line. A beginning, a middle and an end. Definite points in time. We travel this line, all of us. Some don’t make it past the beginning while others sojourn successfully to the end. Today I fed my mom. I cut her food up into little pieces and tried to [...]
Hope In A Little Blue Pill
July 26th, 2011 admin When the endocrinologist informed my that it wasn’t my thyroid making me fat, I found it hard to believe. In a strong Indian accent, he insisted I needed to be on some sort of anti-depressant, stress was the cause of the numbers rising on the scale. Harumph, I thought but gave him a fake smile [...]
Everybody Has A Story
March 2nd, 2011 admin “Everybody has a story!” he drawled. “You must.” He sat across the diners cheap formica table, inquisitive blue eyes prying, mocking me. I nodded my head in disagreement, “Nope, no stories. Nothing out of the ordinary.” He harumphed and stared. His dimple dancing while he decided which one of his memories to flaunt next. He [...]
