Does your brain ever feel like it’s on a carousel? ‘Cause mine sure does. Every. Damn. Day. Spinning in circles, everything lost in an up-down blur. You…… Read more “it’s a wild ride.”
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Beautiful, Beautiful, Boy:
I’m so sorry every day looks exactly the same. I’m so sorry for getting angry, so often. I’m frustrated. I’m lost. I’m anxious. But you are most…… Read more “Beautiful, Beautiful, Boy:”
be the stone, not the puddle
Tunnel vision. Tight chest, shallow breath. A pounding and a nagging behind my eyes that makes it impossible to focus on anything else. A feeling in my…… Read more “be the stone, not the puddle”
the trigger
One part of my soul. Mommy, am I going to die? Whew. Your four year old turns to you with pure, unfiltered fear in his voice and…… Read more “the trigger”
[mother] nature
she waits for rain / fills their cups / before the / storm breaks
so what’s the point of all this?
Don’t you just want to eat those thighs?! I’m Nicole and I nurse big ol’ fat babies. I may be a little biased but don’t those legs…… Read more “so what’s the point of all this?”
Magic Mama 