Her backpack reached down to her calfs as her kindergarten legs were barely long enough to take that first step onto the gigantic school bus. First grade eyes never looked up from an engrossing book her growing mind soaked in. She mastered the monkey bars during second grade recess. Her third grade writings were creative… Read More An Elementary Goodbye
Yesterday on Fairfield County Mom I gave advice on having a tween in the house. Check it out here: Sassy Tween Entering the Ring
A mental health poem: Detached Love… Read More Detached Love
The daffodil beams forth to warm the heart, calling to release the winter’s unrelenting vortex the soul slipped into. The crocus’s peremptory murmur to spring’s aura of radiance allows the mind to endure the ending of the dormant season. The tulip breathes spiritedness into lifeless flesh ready for reprise of longer sunshines. Snowdrops fortify the… Read More Spring Aura, A Poem
I came into this calendar year intending to stay in the joyful mindset of my youth. I craved my happy, optimistic self of days before the pandemic, days when my children were smaller, even those days when I lived a life before becoming a mom and wife. To continue reading, please go to Fairfield County… Read More Have Hope: My Latest FCM Post
The ticket to comfortability comes with an elongated ride on the train of stifled cathexis. Thinking this is a comfortable ride may confirm the belief all is in favor. Time hands over the keys of real change and forgetting allegiance to ones soul feels legitimate. A juncture wrapped in dismay and despondency inverts convenience into… Read More Ticket
Tears danced with my mascara on my cheek; there was no hiding my emotions. If I must scream from the rooftops to protect my transgender son, I will do it every day of the week. To read more, visit Fairfield County Moms… You are looking at a new contributor to the Fairfield County Moms blog!… Read More Branching Out
The running commercial of happiness in my head, the one there since I was a little girl, consisting of my highest expectations that are impossible yet remain in my brain anyway, feels like the needle scratching across the vinyl of an old record as I sit with tears in my eyes wondering what I’m doing… Read More Short Story: Life’s Symphony of Grieving Expectations
The tears suddenly stopped. Her folded hands on her chest felt her breath return to a normal pace as she let her entire body ease into the bed. Lila decided to stop crying and was able to instantaneously convince her body to do so. She had made up her mind. Her life needed to change… Read More Short Story: Start Over
God is light. The brightness in the east through the trees in the morning while the bitter wind tightens the cheeks. The streams of glow dancing to greet the day, a welcoming gratitude of what shall become and of curiosity and wonder to say. In the darkness and shadows where troubles lurk and swallow, a… Read More Poem: Is Light
The following is a short story I wrote for a local newspaper (sadly now gone) in 2015. I felt as though it was appropriate to share again in 2021. I won’t talk about it. My self-confidence is below the surface. I turn on my self-preservation mode and I will remain quiet. No one wants to… Read More Short Story: Be Quiet
Momma Wanderer 