“How are you feelin today? Ok to visit with the kids?” Is the last text I sent you. I can’t bring myself to erase it. Just like I can’t bring myself to erase your number from my phone. It belongs to someone else now. Someone who has no clue how many times I went to…
“You don’t know what it’s like,” she said “you don’t have kids.” She had no idea how those words stung, or maybe she did. She had no idea how badly I wanted her biting words to be untrue, or how hard I was striving toward the dream of becoming a mother. I collected her cruel…
Take one step inside the Watson residence and you will see evidence of life in the midst of chaos. There are tiny socks hidden strategically in corners of my living room and dog hair tumbleweeds in the dark and forlorn corners of the entertainment center. Take a walk through the kitchen and your shoe might…