Midnight Wild Child Gypsy Dreamer: The Middle

It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt, It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills, It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter. – J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit Tuning out the voices was easier than I ever imagined it to be.  I decided…

Beachy Days and Just Short of a Decade

Now that we are almost two months through surgery recovery and lifestyle changes I can report that even though it has gotten easier it has not gotten any less annoying.  I am two months sober from alcohol, tylenol, and several other medications that could have aided in my allergy fest that I had experienced earlier…

Morphine Rambles

Let me take you back to something that I wrote while laying in the hospital bed waiting for my gallbladder to be removed.  I was connected to a Morphine drip in order to dull the pain and news that the  doctors were unsure if I could make it to surgery in time before my gallbladder…

2” x 5”Confusions

When I moved to West Virginia I moved to a place with a better community, environment, and school.  It was important that the girls attended schools that were not poorly rated and struggling for academic success as a whole.  We found that here in their new school.  The girls are overall happier in class, coming…

Bad Apples

Life works in different ways.  For instance I have this friend, actually you could hardly call her a friend now and most of my family and closer friends would argue ever, but our lives were not drastically different in the beginning.  We both grew up in a home with our parents and brother.  We both…

Sun Showers

My children are growing up in a generation that believes that rushing your child to learn as fast as they can is more important than exploring ones younger self and enjoying childhood.  Many children are raised through day cares, quickly moving into two year preschool programs and then onward to basic elementary school.  I understand…

Up & Down, In & Out

I have a rollercoaster of emotions that create weather patterns; tornadoes angrily flinging fence posts, hail storms of icy stares and clouds bursting with tears. Like so many, or every woman out there, I have mood swings. These wild oscillations do not describe who I am or make me unbearable but I cannot turn them…