I go back to work in less than a month. This thought is somewhat frightening to me. Thank all of them – Buddha, Jesus, the Great Mother, the Positive Energy Source, etc – that I work from home. I feel so intensely for those mommas that have to leave their babies. Yes, the break is nice. The feeling that you are part human, not 100% mom, has to be luxurious.

But you leave your baby – most often with a stranger – and that pulls at my heart too much to even contemplate day care or a nanny right now.

The last nugget. The one to complete our family. Marina Hays (middle name in honor of my aunt who was like my mom) has been both the easiest child and …

Today, I thought I knew how my morning was going to go. I would drop Scar off at school. Then, with Evie in tow, take Marina  to her chiropractor and …

Yesterday, I had quite possibly the worst pediatrician appointment I’ve ever experienced. If you follow along on my family’s journey, you’ll know that Marina is having some issues the past …

I have never found a church that felt like “home” to me. I’ve heard people say that their church is their family and they have this connection with the people …

My dad died last week. He had been sick for some time and didn’t take care of himself. To me, he died about 35 years ago so this day where his soul left his body really doesn’t affect me that much. But it seems strange to not care. You should care when a parent dies. You should feel an ache, a hole. Like someone just ripped out a core piece of your life and you don’t know how to move forward.

Losing a parent should be that horrible.

I wish I felt that right now. But instead, there’s this nothingness.