Freelance Writer. Interests include: psychology, comedy, romanticism, family, nature, food culture, science fiction, philosophy and spirituality.
Sleep Like a Toddler
I was one of those mothers that constantly felt overwhelmed by societal recommendations for child care and wellness. I wanted to do everything right for my son from the time I found out I was pregnant. I avoided unhealthy foods at all costs; even those deli meat sandwiches I would have so loved to enjoy. I ate oatmeal, nuts, fresh fruits, vegetables, etc. instead. I held steadfast to my daily exercise routine, and incorporated more pregnancy friendly exercises. I signed up for newsletters from various child wellness sites, and began reading “What to Expect When You’re Expecting.”
We've been called psychic, possessors of alien DNA, extraterrestrials, lab rats, science experiments, unnatural, deviants, renegades, and rogues. No one can seem to explain our condition. We don't factually know why our genetic make-up is pre-disposed to extra sensory perception. Supposedly, we have weakened immunity to various types of conditions and syndromes, yet for what affects the rest of the population we have greater resistance and immunity. We are a paradoxical anomaly within society; misunderstood, underestimated, and mysterious. We are the A-Negatives.
Hauntings & Horses
Thanksgiving was going to be different this year. My parents were coming over for a feast my husband and I were hosting. Mother of course, considered it inconvenient as always. She found alternative plans preferable, but showed up anyway, albeit grudgingly. Dad, always the whimsical sort, decided to meet us at an alternate location prior to our celebration. I wondered what this cadre had up his sleeve, but knew there was no point in guessing. He always had his own plans, and usually everyone else went with the flow. You could call it his charm or charisma.
I’m Too Much of a Hobbit to Be an Influencer
I love reading and writing with my whole heart. My goal is to one day make a true living doing exactly what I love. However, that goal ends there. I still want to be surrounded by my loved ones, and deeply enjoy living our plain, unassuming lives. I've been thinking considerably about the reasons I want to write, and enjoy the writing process in the first place. What motivates me? What propels me forward? Why do I write?
Would You Wait for a Quarter?
I had finished loading half of my groceries when I was approached by an older man wearing a wool poncho with a cigarette in his hand. I have come to realize by now that I have the sort of luck that causes lightning to strike the same place twice, but am fortunate and blessed in many other ways. After dashing out of one store earlier in the day beside an unruly man authorities had to escort off the premises, I suspected it was going to be another one of those lightning strike sorts of days. I had every justifiable reason to be cautious or even scared, especially in light of recent events. It isn't often that men in parking lots approach lone women with benevolent intentions, after all.
Growth from a Small Town
I finally reach my destination: the funeral home. I was unsure as to how I should proceed from here, but decided to simply drop off the card politely and nothing more. I wouldn't be attending the funeral proceedings later in the evening and at 9a.m. none of the family would be present. I hoped the funeral home employees and owners had a protocol for this, and presumed they likely would. I walked in briefly and told the director my intention.
I Don't Get You
"I don't get you." he remarked with a peculiar expression. I thought we were having a witty banter session. I laughed loudly and responded cleverly, "You're not supposed to; that's the idea!"
You Cannot Buy My Affection, but I Love You Anyway
What did not come naturally to you; Came all the more naturally for me. While you worried about status, impressions, and perceptions,