Selfishly, I started writing for me. No one else, just an anonymous blog that would allow me to put thoughts to paper - well not paper, but tangible. An accountability that would push me to ask the hard questions. And I am trying. But it is harder than I imagined. Years of keeping everything inside have locked me up tighter than a drum. The "Really Difficult" posts have been abbreviated because as much as I try, I still can't let go. My heart races, my breathe quickens. My l

Today I don't feel brave, or capable. I just feel sad. And embarrassed. Take Two. What was I thinking? Put on new sneakers, learn to play the guitar, write this blog - I even contemplated starting a business. And I was excited. Grand plans that would imply I have strength, motivation, and a reason to believe things can be better. But bandaids aren't going to fix the real hurt that keeps me from moving forward. I am exhausted. Don't get me wrong, I have been blessed. Truly ble

This is a post that goes down the path of really difficult. It may not be as flippant, or sarcastic as those I have already written. Before I go on, I want to shout that, "I love my daughter more than ice cream". Oops, I digressed a little. But hey, humor is a god way to make something painful more manageable. My Michelin baby is now a beatiful grown young lady. And so special...she amazes me everyday. But her journey hasn't been easy. Don't get me wrong, there have been laug