Tiny's Transformation

I don’t want this to sound like a whine-fest but the struggle was real. If one could enjoy a struggle, I really did enjoy mine and I was thankful for every minute, but struggle I did. To this day, I’m still not sure if I’ll ever be able to even look at scallions or riced cauliflower again. I turn the channel if they are featured on a cooking show. I could SWEAR the smell of that single meal was embedded in our hallway carpet; I would hold my breath every morning when I walked out of the bedroom. My mom even came to clean the carpet and...

Guilt and Answered Prayers

Parenthood is associated with many feelings that are felt much more intensely once you've experienced it first hand. Love. The kind of unconditional love that has no competition. Joy. The type of joy that radiates contagiously from one silly face to the other and then seeps down deep into your soul and grows roots. Fatigue. The kind of fatigue that has you looking forward to nap-time, just so you can take a nap too! Pain. I'm not talking about physical self-infliction like stumping your bare toe on the coffee table pain. I'm talking about how...

Dillon: 13 Months Old

 I'm writing this on the very day my Sweetness turned 13 months old. We continue to be trapped in a swiftly moving time warp. My baby is running. The little hard headed boy that refused to hold anyone's hand when learning to walk now comes to find me, grabs me by the hand, and pulls me to where he wants to go, which is almost always OUTSIDE (to the edge of the porch and grunts for a helping hand to step off.....to the swing, reaches up and grunts.....to the water hose and grunts....back to the porch and grunts for a hand to step on....to...