“Don’t Be Scared of the Dark,” He Said
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“Don’t Be Scared of the Dark,” He Said

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_message message_box_style=”outline” style=”round” message_box_color=”success” icon_fontawesome=”fa fa-gratipay”]This is a post about grief.[/vc_message][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]I had been crying so hard and so long that I couldn’t open my eyes properly. They were puffy, swollen up so that seeing through them was a chore. I also didn’t understand why this in particular was hitting me so hard. I was turning…

The ‘Momcation’
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The ‘Momcation’

Mikey and I agreed that after my heavy solo-parenting gig of the summer and also solo-care of our chitlins during stretches when Mikey left the farm to buy a truck (or visit friends), I deserved a break, a Momcation. Like, a real momcation, without even one child with me, completely solo. So I signed up…

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Proud Flesh

Proud Flesh, “exuberant granulation tissue” – the first stage in the creation of scar tissue. Proud flesh is for me, more aptly stated as an end rather than a beginning. Proud flesh, my scars. Proud flesh, my scars. Proud flesh, my scars. *** There comes to a point in life in which you see your Proud…