Ready or Not, my story

CW: pregnancy loss, abortion January 6th, 7th, 8th, and 9th , 2021 were the worst days of my life so far. One of the things most friends don’t realize because we were all sheltering at home, is that I was pregnant in 2020. It was the one redeeming thing of an awful year. I coziedContinue reading “Ready or Not, my story”

Kindergartener, COVID and Disneyland

So we did it, we took Bean to Disneyland. It was her first trip! We had planned to take her when she turned 5 but… #2020 The pandemic continues and I had my hesitations, but seeing as we all had it in February, I figured this was our window of opportunity before it mutates more.Continue reading “Kindergartener, COVID and Disneyland”

Cruelty, Callousness and COVID

So, it happened. My family caught COVID last month. We had a sense it was heading our way when cases started appearing in our child’s kindergarten class. She had a bit of a sniffle so we tested her at home and it came up positive. That was a Sunday. We cancelled plans and pulled herContinue reading “Cruelty, Callousness and COVID”

Caged, Curious, or Free

I have lived my life in a cage built of rules, close quarters with a lot of requirements.I yearn to raise a free daughter, I imagine what that would look like. I encourage curiousity, letting her wonder and wander,Saying yes more than no because after all, why not? I ask her to notice and sheContinue reading “Caged, Curious, or Free”

2021, the longest year for a Mom Demanding Action

For the last (four?) years I’ve been part of our local chapter of Moms Demand Action for Gun Sense in America. For those who don’t know, it’s a grassroots organization of both mothers and others, gun-owners and non-gun owners, who refuse to accept 100 gun deaths a day. We are the gun safety version ofContinue reading “2021, the longest year for a Mom Demanding Action”

Confessions of a Depressive Optimist

I’m combing through boxes and came across a lot of old writing- some scribbled onto napkins and paper towels, some cursive on lined paper/backs of receipts, some typed and printed, This gem stood out. Call me Cassandra. “I wonder what will be born from a society that’s obsessed with commentary (ironic pause). It used toContinue reading “Confessions of a Depressive Optimist”