Growth. That was my word for 2017. Even when I didn't want it. Especially when I didn't want it. This was the year that forced me to face some pretty terrifying demons. I've learned more about myself this year than I have in the past ten. I met (and learned from)...
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I Hear the Mourning Dove and Think of Him
There's something about the arrival of summer that makes me miss my grandfather, or Grandaddy, as he was affectionately known, like the dickens. Maybe it's the arrival of fresh tomatoes and green beans in the grocery store or the smell that the grass emits when it's...
Gratitude. Ambition. Hope. And Most Importantly, Love.
One year ago I wasn't in a very good place. I was struggling mentally, physically and emotionally. My body was readjusting to my new normal after giving up breastfeeding Alex, and I spent the first couple months of 2015 in a dark place that I wasn't sure I'd ever get...
Goodbye to This House
This isn't any old house. This is the house of my childhood. The only constant that I've ever known in my almost-31 years. I've lived in a handful of houses over the years and haven't missed a single one. Even getting there was an adventure. At that time, highway 77...
Kicking Myself in the Feels.
This weekend, one of my brothers is getting married. Well, he's technically a cousin, but he's one of those love-him-like-your-own-brother cousins. We grew up together and spent entire summers together at my grandmother's house at Lake Norman just north of Charlotte,...
I will no longer let the guilt eat me alive
Today, while still in my pj's partially due to the fact that Atlanta is covered in sheets of snow and ice and partially because my son is going through a "mental leap" that has exhausted me to no end, I hold up my little white flag to breastfeeding.I gave it a good...
“Bring me your tired, your poor, your whatevers”
(This is from a conversation I was having just this afternoon with my cousin.) Michael: what is so bad about illegal immigrants?I mean, why do we make it so hard for them to come here?Their country is SHITTY. WE immigrated here, and killed all the people that were...
“When a dog runs at you, whistle for him.” – Thoreau
I'm particularly more moody today. Not that I sit around pulling an Edgar Allan Poe on any given day, just day I've noticed that I'm not myself.It noticed it especially after Oscar told me a tiny bird flew directly into his truck door while he was driving. He saw the...
In Memoriam
Of my beloved Grandfather, Richard "Dick" Pierce. One of Rosemary's (of Zona Rosa fame) writing prompts is, "write about the thing you most don't want to write about." My grandfather is probably number two or three, if not number one. I'm not sure why I feel so close...
For Bijou-
My sweet baby boy...I won't ever forget you. Thanks for putting up with me. You were the best pet I could have ever asked for.