Category Archives: miscarriage

“The human heart is like a ship on a stormy sea driven about by winds blowing from all four corners of heaven.” Martin Luther King

  Is it me I’m mad at or am I just feeling angry in general? I have this thing I do sometimes that used to be great, used to be lots of fun and really wonderful and exciting and creative. But now it isn’t. Now it makes me feel guilty.  Now it doesn’t work anymore or mostly. And it hasn’t… (more…)

Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her beauty. Honore De Balzac

As I approach what is most certainly going to be bad news tomorrow, news I’ve been expecting, news I knew was coming, news that comes to every woman sooner or later. It was supposed to be later quite a few years later.  Also we were supposed to have a second kid…. I’m working on the Bean’s website that Dreamhost trashed… (more…)

Yonderly Yearning

Yonderly –Doesn’t that mean over that way–way over that way? I’ve read it means mental and/or emotional distance, which sort of makes sense. But I can only find that one place, so I’m not sure that is actually a word or the definition of it. I did find this website: Yonderly which I very much enjoy. I don’t know why I… (more…)

When chill November’s surly blast make fields and forest bare. ~Robert Burns

What is it about November?  I can barely stand to read over the previous year’s entries. I’ve been doing Nablopomo since the beginning and it seems each November there is some enormous decision, or some huge situation that demands attention. Inn 2006 things got crazy in the Bean’s preschool and we had to take her out. We were also coming… (more…)

Setting Fires and making Cats into Hats

I had to go to target yet again for more Kitty litter, not that they’ll use it because at least a couple of the kitties have decided they don’t want to use their boxen anymore. So I’m going to have to make them into hats Kidding. Mostly. I don’t know what’s going on with them right now except it is… (more…)

The Things We Keep.

it’s funny the things we keep. The things we keep for ourselves, the things we keep for our children, or in our case child. The things we keep for each other. My mother kept my baby ring. What a funny thing to have.  I understand a baby cup, I guess I have one of those too, silverplated. I’m not sure… (more…)

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