Category: Memories
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Those Hard Things
Thinking about the deep things I avoid is kind of tough for me today. I feel myself wanting to avoid all of those things, even letting them in feels like too much right now. I know that I don’t need to pressure myself to finish that list today, but I want to get it done…
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The Realized Dream
Years ago, I heard all about this crazy awesome broadway show about history. There was some weird controversy about immigrants and the VP at the time. That was really when Hamilton came on my radar. Living in the Southeast with someone who despises musicals, it never occurred to me that I would even like it.…
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Blank Slate
After going really deep into memories yesterday, I am staying out of anything deep for today. Yesterday I remembered details I had long forgotten. It seemed wise to just sit with those details and not try to think about too much more of that deep stuff. I’ve always felt like I had a great memory,…
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Dear Dad,
One of the ways I have been coping with everything is writing letters. I write them in my head all the time to you, to Mom, to the kids, to everyone. Sometimes I write them down. I’ve often thought about writing an entire book in the form of letters. I’m still thinking about it, actually.…
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Traumatic Independence
I first heard about independence as a result of trauma earlier this year. It blew my mind because as long as I can remember, my parents told me I was born independent. I think part of that is my personality and the other part is based on trauma. I’ve read a lot on attachment to…
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Something a little unexpected about me…
I LOVE musicals. I always have. Grease, The Sound of Music, Phantom of the Opera, etc. I love all of it. Today I saw the Frozen musical at the theatre. It was awesome. The little one came with us and she really enjoyed it too. She wore a fancy cat dress and had a good…
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Adventures on a Friday
The morning started out crazy with the high schooler missing his bus, which was mostly my fault. I advised him to leave a little too late and the bus isn’t actually stopping at his stop; it’s stopping right next to the car of a kid who rode the bus last year. It’s a really nice…