The Lonely Times
A dog who panics when you leave doesn’t need less love, she needs more.
Entries by stepville
Writing Out of Poverty. Literally.
Without the degree, though, I don’t think I would have stopped cleaning houses. I don’t think I would have thought myself on the same level as the people whose houses I cleaned.
Finding your Inner Mr. Rogers
Watching the episodes Netflix chose to release, especially the one with the crayon factory, was to sit as a child again, remembering my small frame and long hair, listening intently to the nice man telling me I mattered because I was me and nobody else was.
Say "Bye-Bye"
“I’m sorry you got so mad you couldn’t buy me ice cream bars,” she said.
The Vulnerability of a Single Mom Toting Two
I’d never thought about the what-if scenarios of my death. Mia’s a badass kid. She’s resilient. I think she can make it through just about anything.
Deciding to Put my Dog on Meds
My theory is that a few months of medication might help her brain develop new paths, like it did for me. I hope whatever they give her will grant her the ability to walk around without thinking at any moment something terrible will happen.
The Vulnerability Hangover
With highs come the lows, and then a settling. What now?
In Defense of My Picky Eater
Like many parents, I saw multiple articles pop up on various news feeds about the study released through Pediatrics yesterday, linking “Selective Eating” to ADHD, anxiety, and depression in children aged 2-5 years. Or, more specifically, “917 children aged 24 to 71 months.” Out of these 917 children, they observed that 20% of them showed signs […]
CHALK IT UP TO MOTHER’S INTUITION
You start out on journeys to be a writer, hidden in rooms, scribbling in notebooks, hiding them from others. They’re your private thoughts. They’re things you wouldn’t tell a best friend. Then you get published, and it’s the deepest, most confusing exposure.
Baby Steps
The rain woke me up in the middle of the night and I couldn’t go back to sleep. I hadn’t heard it in so long, I had to listen. I haven’t slept well in a week. I don’t know why. There’s always something. People outside on skateboards, or a dog who prefers taking up half […]