Initially, I felt as if there was nobody I could tell about my mental health. A deep feeling of isolation began to build higher around me. I felt locked in the freezer like the alien Bov, Ow, from the DreamWorks movie Home. I was imprisoned inside a glass cell where I could only be a… Continue reading “Can I come into the Out Now?”
The last little while has been a birthday marathon. As a result, we have started a new gift tradition: backpack name tags. A few years ago when my son entered pre-school I wanted to put his name on his school bag in a way that was easy for him to identify. For me, that meant… Continue reading Backpack Name Tags
One of the greatest feelings in the world radiates from the warmth of a child’s hand clinging with familiarity to yours in an unspoken act of intimacy. A silent request for comfort, companionship, security, encouragement, assistance, strength, and love. In December of 2015, I was diagnoses with a chronic mental illness. For some time I… Continue reading Take my Hand
Today over coffee we discuss what it would look like to view our life like a movie real. As soon as our steaming mugs hit the table top I burst out with my question of the day. Have you ever had one of those moments when you just know you are surrounded by ridiculousness, and… Continue reading Over coffee…
I run a fairly tight ship at home, or at least I thought I did. My children, at 2 and 5, listen as good as can be expected, mind their manners, and take care of their possessions. Perhaps take care of their possessions is a bit of a loose term. So to be more clear,… Continue reading If my children are chipmunks, then toys are nuts!