“Woe is me”

I was in the laundry room, changing our clothes from the washer to the dryer, and mom was in the same room putting stuff away. Jaclyn comes with a deeply troubled face, forehead down and says: “I’m very upset. Nobody wants to play with me.” MORE +

One breath or retrospective

In retrospective things make sense. I evaluate and see clearly. But writing on the go, processing present events, actions, feeling, this blog makes me feel a lot more vulnerable. I share as I go and at times it feels lame, un-chiseled, incomplete.