She Was Southern, Spunky and She Was Real

Sometimes in this life, here on this planet, there are people who stand out. I’m not talking about those who stand out because of their reputation, status, criminal record, celebrity or the like. I’m talking about those who are real. First we need to know what is real don’t we? I believe it is the ability to live in this world, here on this planet, day in and day out with your head above water, knowing what you know and still facing each second of each day. It is wearing your heart on your sleeve, not being afraid to speak your mind and not conforming to what someone somewhere has said you should be or do or feel. Real is real, never fake.

Emmy's Crackers

I say that I don’t write much anymore because I don’t really have anything to say. The truth is, I have too much to say but I don’t feel like I can.

Whew! That Took Way Too Long To Write!

Do you ever wonder if it is all worth the effort?

A Swarm of Mosquitoes, A Wiener Dog and a Breakthrough

I don’t write much anymore because quite frankly, I don’t need to. I’m not pathetically sad and empty like I was and I am not needing to work through my grief. Very simple, I grieved and now I am finished. Strange statements to read, strange statements to make. 

"THIS is My Daughter!" My Favorite Words

Decisions. I hate having to make decisions. I think that’s all I do sometimes. Most are as simple as what to wear or what to cook. But then there are those tough, make or break kind of decisions where if you make the wrong one you could regret it. I don’t have regrets but I second guess almost everything. It isn’t healthy but that is how my mind works.

The Clock is Still Ticking Way Too Fast

Time is something that I write and talk a lot about. It is, in many cases, the enemy. It is a living, ticking and controlling thing that we can’t get enough of.

My Boulder, My Memories, My Stupid Dream

I wonder if grief is the same for everyone. I should back up here and let you know that I have moved past the grief. It has become clear to me that others have not and this is bothering me and causing me to feel sad. Not sad all of the time, but sad when I see that they are stuck. Sad because I don’t know what to do at this point.

I Won't Tell You What She Really Thought of Wal-Mart

Irony always makes me stop and wonder.

Spring in Texas

Lately I have been feeling down. It has taken me a while to figure out why, but I think I have.

I'm Still a Wishy-Washy Pile of Goo

What they say about time is true, it does heal. It doesn’t take away the hurt, the void, the deep desire to have my mom back, but the constant pain is no longer there. I’m a little sad because on one level I feel that I am learning to not need my mom. I don’t ever want to not need her and I am afraid that with time, her memory will fade a bit. I’m trying to keep it fresh for my sake and for my kid’s sake. But my daughter doesn’t remember her being here anymore. That is hard to take.