Day Sixteen – Lost and Found, Part 3 in a Series

There’s a reason I buy two pairs of (cheap) sunglasses at a time.  At least once or twice a week, I will lose the pair I’m currently wearing. As a mom, and a teacher, I’m often worried about caring for others and therefore, forget my own things all.the.time. I leave them in the car, on… Continue reading Day Sixteen – Lost and Found, Part 3 in a Series

Loss, Part One

I’m not quite sure when it happened exactly, but it did.  At some point, emptiness replaced contentment.  Anger replaced appreciation.  Desperation replaced fear.  Purposeful, joyous movements became perfunctory…curt…nonexistent.  Things that were comfortable became ill-fitting. The remote control became a WMD, when it used to be a shot of novocaine.  I couldn’t be comfortably numb any… Continue reading Loss, Part One