The Simple Joy’s of a Little Boy

My baby Dashel, who's not really a baby anymore; well, really, he is eight. I know. It's one of those things you can never understand until your youngest is born. Well, he's unique. He has a gift. Dash is one of those unique kiddo's who inevitably believes his cup is always half full ... enter … Continue reading The Simple Joy’s of a Little Boy

Failures, All To Real

I always hear that our weaknesses can become our strengths. It makes me wonder, how many times do we have to fail; or in my case, fail to attempt before we actually put our thoughts and desires into action. Because, I'm getting really tired of failing. It comes in so many forms and it somehow always manages to overshadow any successes we may have had, making them seem insignificant and meager.

The Other-Daughter

Upon returning from drop off of child number one, I sit in my car a few moments; which may have actually been minutes, okay 10 minutes. Don't judge. As I'm basking in the quite refuge of my driver’s seat, the front door is flung open and I look up to see the lasers darting out of a girl’s eyes, a girl who somewhat resembles my daughter, except that she has now been taken over by the evil step-daughter, or what I like to call, the other daughter (The other mother ... get it?) Her razor-sharp gaze pierces my soul, or what used to be a soul, and the hair which now appears to look like snakes coming out of the top of her head instill in me that this moment is critical. Critical for whom? Well, obviously not me. But critical nonetheless.