I didn't introduce the guys I dated to my children. I would absolutely not put my kids through meeting men who didn't have the potential of being a fixture in their lives. Mike and I had only been on one date. Once the kids were settled into bed, I was going with Amy to meet... Continue Reading →
Let me see if I can get through this. Our separation was crazy. There's no other way to describe it. I will take full responsibility for my part. Some of you who have been supporters, fans of my writing and our story might find yourselves judging, even hating my choices and actions. I won't lay... Continue Reading →
National Down’s syndrome month is yet another opportunity for us to celebrate our girl. She is in a word, JOY. Emily is larger than life. Her extra chromosome is anything but an accident. She is the most whole person I know!
I stared at the face of our third baby girl, propped up on my knees as I sat in the hospital bed. We were face to face, and all I could see in that little face were the droopy ears, almond-shaped eyes, tiny nose, and the tongue that wouldn’t quite stay in her tiny mouth. She looked like a baby Yoda, and I couldn’t seem to see past that. I just saw Downs syndrome. “Lord, give me love for her. I need to be her mom. Let me see her,” was my tearful plea.
After we were settled in Fargo, I had connected with the doctor who had been our family doctor when I lived in the area as a little girl. Dr. Esh was kind and considerate, with a quiet gentle bedside manner. Now I was a twenty-two year old expectant mother with something on my mind, “I never…
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My daughter, Serrah is 30 years old today!
I stopped dead in my tracks, eyes wide, as I took in the sight of my four-year-old daughter, hair hacked off just below her jaw line with stray remnants of her beautiful long golden brown locks hanging as strings that she had missed with the scissors. “Oh, Maggie, your hair!” I wanted to cry. “Sorry, Mama,” was all she said. Hazel eyes looked into mine. I read them clearly, expectation, a hint of fear, and a challenge. Would I bring her along on Serrah’s third birthday outing to the hair dresser and out for ice cream? I had no choice. “I wanted a haircut too,” Maggie’s usually boisterous voice was lowered to a hoarse whisper. “I can see that. What am I going to do with you? Maggie Ann, you know better.” It would seem her dubious plan was hatched. I shook my head in disbelief, “Alright, girls, get your…
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I sat at a table, well two tables pushed together, with my friend Lisa's computer geek friends. I understood none of their computer jokes, yet they were friendly. Some of the DJ's from The Fox classic radio station were also present. One guy showed a bit of potential. I assumed from his voice that he... Continue Reading →
Watching my daughter, Serrah, practice the running man in the middle of the Kitchen, K-mart parking lot, and everywhere we went; had Maggie, her older sister, rolling her eyes constantly. I, on the other hand was trying, unsuccessfully to learn it with her. We were a constant threesome now, Serrah my roomie... Continue Reading →
Divorce is hell, pure and simple. None of us coped well. I found myself a very broken individual and living with my parents at the age of 31. Maggie came to live with me. I had no fight in me, only the desire to be the best mom I could. My parents saved me, my... Continue Reading →
I’ve been unable to write for a very long time, fixated on one thing… the divorce. How can I write about something so monumental, and do it right? I will say what is lovely and good and sad and right. We married young, we had five kids within five years, we weren’t college educated. We were an after school special. We didn’t stand a chance, yet we managed to keep it together for thirteen years, doing the best we could while flying blind with no safety net underneath. We simply fell apart, that last thread eventually breaking. We were so busy trying to keep ourselves together and fighting to stay together, that there was little left to devote to kids who deserved more. We were determined that we would never become a statistic. When, in fact, we beat the odds of many statistics that demanded we fail. We beat them…
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"When I grow up, I'm going to marry Elvis," my seven-year old daughter, Maggie stared dreamy-eyed at the tv. Elvis in all his glory was singing "Love Me Tender." Oh, my. Who could blame her. My heart was melting with hers. How can I possibly break this to her? I started with the safest answer,... Continue Reading →