real, raw motherhood
“I, Sarah, take you, Burton, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.” The priest standing before us had such a thick Irish accent I had to fully concentrate as…
When I said “I do”I had the naive dreams, hopes and expectations of a girl who’d just left her teenage years behind. Never did it cross that girl’s mind that, one day, she’d see you throw up green vomit or that she would- gladly- wipe up poop sprays as you two would struggle together to…
I am dropped off at the hotel and wheel my pink carry-on up the escalator to the front desk, heart beating like I was on my way to a hot date. In a sense, I am. My 24 hours alone start now. An exciting date with myself. The pressure wells up inside. I want to…
One more week to the big 4.0. I am grateful to have yet another birthday to celebrate. I am so proud of who I am right now at 39. From where I stand, 40 looks great. Never in a million years would 20 year old me have imagined this version of herself. I am not…
Today is Monday. A new week. I feel so much anxiety. It’s deep in my gut and up in my chest. It makes my breaths shallow and my heart pound. I wish that feeling would just disappear from my life. If only I could trust deep inside me that there is nothing to worry about.…
Fear has such a strong hold on me nowadays. It’s inside me so deep and keeps me from living my life. It hasn’t always been like that. Quite the opposite in fact. I was so daring, I stormed out of my house at age 14 determined to go to the beach with my 19 year…