With the utmost love I refer to my youngest son as a demon sent straight from hell to torment me. With that in mind, I can’t afford to be one of those parents who suffers with shame when my child does the unthinkable because I would be continuously ricocheting off the walls of those long… Continue reading Warning!
My bedroom is shrouded in twilight. The sounds of tiny feet shuffling on the carpet breaches the silence. I pretend to get a few more minutes of sleep. The bed rustles and tiny bodies slide against my sides still warm from their own sleeps. I sigh inwardly wondering when their internal alarms will stop sounding… Continue reading Twilight Walkers
“Mommy I can’t sleep tonight. I’m going to have a bad dream.” The little voice cried from beneath the depths of blankets and stuffed animals. This was quickly becoming a regular occurrence that needed to be curbed. Hmm, I thought to myself as I looked down at the tiny form that was now reaching up… Continue reading Dream a Little Dream
It all started with my husband’s request for a birthday cake. “Yuck, CHEESE cake” My oldest son screamed. He was horrified. I could see his mind trying to fit together the idea of a moist spongy cake with that of all the various types of cheese that he was familiar with: cheese slices, melted cheese… Continue reading Horrified by Cheese Cake
We didn’t object to being sent to her house. Her front door had a silhouette of a woman holding balloon strings and floating. Her house was pristine, not a child’s environment. She ushered us toward a door that had a silhouette of children holding balloons and floating. “Off we go,” she said as she opened… Continue reading Balloon Children
It was another of those Cat in the Hat kind of days where we were stuck in the house with “Thing 1” and “Thing 2.” We needed something to do so I got everything ready to make a picture for my younger son’s bedroom. A side note here: My younger son had a large white… Continue reading Don’t Leave Me Out
We have had the penis and vagina talk: boys have a penis and girls have a vagina. My older boy knows that babies grow in mommy’s tummies. However, he had never inquired about how the baby got into or out of mommy’s tummy. I was content to leave those details out of the picture. At… Continue reading Raising Boy: The Penis Chronicles Presents Those Questions
I stood at the bottom struggling with the weighted emptiness, and yet I couldn’t tear myself away. The silence that surrounded me was oppressive. I was alone in the anxiety ridden basement of my mind holding hands with feelings of despondency, dejection, and dulled responses to anything within the outside world. By Shari Marshall –… Continue reading Persistent
The grass in the yard was always like a beautiful small mini meadow. Dad was meticulous in his maintenance of it keeping it cut at a height that he insisted was the “perfect” height. The colour was that rich green and aqua shade that people stopped to admire and comment on. What I loved most… Continue reading In the Yard
Often I can feel it poised at the tip of my toes, that deep dark abyss. Never a fissure that those around me can see until I plunge over the side in a free fall of my own, balance lost as I grapple in a violent confrontation with unseen demons. The twist and twine of… Continue reading The Outside Limit
Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils 