Dear Auntie Ruth

Dear Auntie Ruth, I don’t know what I have done. I live and breathe and my crime bleeds on the floor every month. There are men that as dropped the tone of my voice stating they speak for me but the words they use are not in my jar of vocabulary that my mother and …

Hard weeks

There are always nights when talking the hard truth is the only way a night can end. My husband suffers from depression. It's a dark place that kidnaps him and some times he can get out of this but the last couple of months have been harder than most. Since I have been a stay …

Felt Field Neighbor Day

Glass Eyes

Glass eyes and crystal tears. Quaking hands and a frizzled brain. Past memories have become stories as she has grown into her skin. The place where her memories started belong to someone new; that someone doesn’t know the tears that flooded the tub and the screams that are under the new paint. Burnt dinners layer …

My dad

Today is a bad day. I am stay at home mom of three kids and married to my husband for eight years and we have one car. That one car has put me in a funk. My dad said that he "didn't raise damsels in distress." I have learned how to use my own two …

I am not ok

I am not ok. But I am ok with not being ok. I have learned to love that I am no ok. There are moment that I feel like the worst wife, mother, and daughter but I am told that I am great at each one of these subjects. I hear those paralyzing insecure words …

Security

I have a guilty pleasure of watching "Divorce Court" and the same common things come up and I just don't understand it. Now, I know that I have been out of the dating game for about 10 years but I have been around for a minute. Now when I started dating cell phones were starting …

marriage

Someone has approached me about my marriage and putting on a podcast about it. I have spoken to my husband and he and I are on the same page. Yes, doing a pod cast about life is something that I am interested in but something just about marriage that is something that is not an …

Fear

My name is Linda, Cecilia, Kristi, LaMoina, and Josephine. The blood that runs through my veins is female. Oh, big scary word, “Female.” I have Linda’s hands, Kristi’s smart mouth, Cecilia’s passion LaMoina’s mothering and when I can find Josephine’s patience, but my brain is all Maria. What is it about my voice, my mind …

He is my wind

  He is my wind. His arms are warm, strong, and not chaining me to the ground. I have freedom, I have movement, but our hearts strings are what keep me here. There are others in the room but there is no one but us in this crowded place. He is protection even if it …