Prince’s death tears at my adolescent heart

Prince is dead at 57 years old. My husband texted me, I didn't believe him. I texted back in all caps: THERE IS A DEATH AT HIS ESTATE - DOESN'T MEAN IT'S HIM." Meanwhile, my Facebook newsfeed flooded with the info, I kept checking AP News while simultaneously texting Andrea. One of my dearest high … Continue reading Prince’s death tears at my adolescent heart

Finding Beauty in the Breakdown

It's Blogapalooza tonight at ChicagoNow! Bloggers are given the challenge to write a blog post in one hour. The topic given to us tonight is "Write about something you find beautiful that you feel others may not understand." Hmm. Here is my take.... Since I've heard the phrase "There's beauty in the breakdown," I've loved it. … Continue reading Finding Beauty in the Breakdown

On Missing Toddler Hugs

Oh how I miss holding a baby. A toddler, a small child. Those days are so long gone for me. I remember rocking my babies to sleep during nap time, loving their sweet hands on my shoulder while simultaneously longing for the sound of steady breath and the sucking of the pacifier so I could … Continue reading On Missing Toddler Hugs