My poor baby. Note: my skeletor veins running through my hands and arms. Yes, they’re disgusting. I’ve always looked like this. You should see me when I’m pregnant. They almost turn blue.
That’s also a nice piece of carbon on my ring finger too. I mention that because I can.
That’s Mommy off the Record, in the […]

Dear Me (May 1997),
Clearly, middle school is awesome. At least for now. That feeling will fade quickly, and the acceptance you’re feeling right about now will wane when you fall back into your old insecurities. Before you say anything, you’re not ugly, you’re not anorexic and you’re not weird because you couldn’t cross […]

Riley’s fever finally broke yesterday - after four straight days. I’d had a doctor’s appointment for this morning but decided to keep it anyway, just in case.
So, this morning, as I’m dressing Riley I notice a bad rash around his ears and neck. I thought it was excema rearing its ugly head again.
At the doctor’s, […]

Dear Me (June 1994),
Hey, congratulations on graduating high school. I suppose there wasn’t really any doubt, but it seemed touch and go there for a while in junior high school (Attempted suicide at 14? Ahead of the curve a little, wouldn’t you say?). And now it’s on to college, or as some […]

This has been written for the “Dear Me” project

Dear Me (Early October 1996),
I’m sorry to be writing at such an inconvenient time. You are in the middle of your final exams and are still grieving over Tim and probably want to go and hide in a dark closet for the next five years. I don’t […]

The “Dear Me,” Project

Have you ever wished you could go back in time? That if you could, you’d warn yourself not to date that man, or wear that outfit or hairstyle? To look after yourself better? To be kinder to yourself or others? What did you learn from these experiences? What can others learn?
Or would […]

We cleaned out Riley’s room on the weekend. By cleaning it out, I mean actually ‘giving’ it to him in a sense because he, and Keira before, when she was a baby, has been sharing his space with our double bed/come spare room.
Before now, this arrangement has worked well. On bad nights, when he’s […]