My momma’s heart that morning was heavy, my mind racing with worry, anxiety roiling my stomach. The cause for my worry? My eldest daughter. Mini-me.
For Summer, who said, “Write about poem about getting ready for camping”… though it should be admitted that she wanted it to rhyme. O, I’ve got lists. To-do lists, grocery lists, packing lists. Honey, please won’t you pick up a few dozen… Don’t forget to swing by and grab… Do we know anyone who could… Continue reading Freedom’s To-Do List
It’s 3:34 a.m. and I’m blogging. Why up so early, you ask? Well, at 2:50, when my husband’s stupid early alarm started whining, instead of rolling over and slipping right back in dreams, I started worrying. Instantaneously upon awakening, I found myself consumed with anxiety that I might one day develop urinary incontinence. I have no… Continue reading Out of Control