Monday, June 28, 2010
One of my favorite writing exercises (because it’s fun!) is an alphabet poem. So, I’ll be posting them from time to time and would love it if you joined me. Feel free to share your alphabet poem here. Comment here if you’ve posted a poem on your blog so I can come visit. Let’s find like-minded sisters through “alphapoems” (Kay Adams’ term). The link will be up from6/29 ~ 7/6.
In honor of July 4th, the suggested word (as in, I hate rules so use what word calls to you) for this hop …..Freedom
Flow with internal
Saturday, June 26, 2010
I began this blog in February as a way of self-expression and connection. I’ve enjoyed it as well as “blog-hopping” (love peeking into others’ worlds and saying hello). Sometimes though my brain starts a spin cycle from all there is to read and learn. It doesn’t help that I’ve always considered myself a technological-illiterate!
Would love feedback on what others do to manage blog-time and blog-info!
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
~ What are your top five stressors as a parent?
~ What impact does stress have on you emotionally & physically?
~ What impact does your stress have on your children?
~ How do you handle stress?
~ Your age?
~ Child(ren) age/s?
~ Number of hours a week worked (beyond household responsibilities)?
I appreciate your response ~ you may respond here or e-mail me @ firstname.lastname@example.org
thanks so much!
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
I heard facts ~ down to 5lbs, IV bags, blood tests, dialysis, age, etc..…
I saw images ~ an eight week old kitten with a partial shadowed face amidst a solid black litter; the mixed aromas of Lysol, ammonia and dirty fur at the pound; a symphony of barking dogs, mews and children squealing “look at that one mommy”. My oldest daughter, then eight years old, quietly gravitated towards the smallest strangest-looking cat, matching green eyes looking somberly at one another until my daughter turned to me in a silent plea.
I’m sure I tried to talk her out of it. That’s been my way for so long, needing age to mellow like a fine wine, to learn that I don’t have to be in control of everything.
Except on this day at the vet‘s office, I do. I have to make a decision. Our cat was alive in that moment and could have more time. But Troubles was suffering in that moment too. So through tears I said “it’s time”, blanketed Trouble in her favorite bed and toys and prayed for a paradise of green fields filled with flower-shaped, salmon-flavored treats.