Monday, March 26, 2012

Sensory Descriptions: Writing memoir through your 5 senses

As an artist’s brush strokes begin to take shape, giving way to images, we begin to see the overall picture. Writer’s brush strokes, words carefully strung together, give way to eloquently written sentences. Written with enough detail, the writer, too, paints a picture; only, we paint with ours words


Sensory descriptions paint a picture in the reader's mind

Saturday, March 17, 2012

My Toddler Kicked Me out of our “Family Bed”!

I couldn’t believe it: my son kicked ME out of our Family Bed! 



For two years, I had breastfed my son to sleep, for naps as well as bedtime.  Curled up next to him, I would often fall asleep right alongside him, which was okay because we shared our bed  You see, we’ve lived with family since he was 3 months young and, having been reduced to one little bedroom, we didn’t have room for two beds.  If I’m completely honest with myself, though, I would have had him sleep with me no matter what. 

Friday, March 9, 2012

The Dream I Dared to Dream

“Keep on dreamin’, even if it breaks your heart.” 

I heard these lyrics in a song on the radio today and they made me think of my son.  He is the dream that I dared to dream even though it broke my heart. 

Every time I saw a Mommy with her young child, my heart broke.  Every time a friend shared their news of pregnancy, my heart broke.  Every time I laid in bed aching for a child, my heart broke.

But, I kept dreaming that someday I, too, would be a Mommy. 

Even when I found myself pregnant, my heart broke.  When his Dad left us, leaving me to bring my child into a broken family before he was even born, my heart broke. Through the long, dark, lonely nights of my first trimester, when I feared losing him like I had lost before, my heart broke.

But, I kept dreaming that he would be healthy and know only that he is loved!

And now, because I kept dreaming, my son is a healthy toddler surrounded by so much love and life and promise that...


...my heart no longer breaks.

What do you dare to dream?