Only in the gentleness of love, will I ever find solace. Yet it’s existence is unknown. True, every man is alone. Born thus. Dies thus. Could I ever find, if God’s mercy were bestowed, sincerity in the heart of man? I do not think I can. Covered by layers deep, thickets and forests, jungles and… Continue reading Until Death
Yesterday, I had something to say. I’m not sure what it was anymore. Oh yes! Poetry. I want to pull out my poetry. People who write poetry are often afraid of criticism. At least I was. I’m not talking about poets, just people who write poems. I’m no poet, but I want to write, so… Continue reading On poetry
My posts often feel completely useless. I write them just to keep going. To build up my writing skills. I think Stephen King said in his book On Writing, that if you want to be a writer, just write. I think it was something like that. I also think I read that book when I… Continue reading Do you need a mom watch?
There’s this children’s play area/ amusement place (too sleepy to remember) called Fun works in the mall near our house. I was supposed to send all the kids into the soft play area. Turns out it was more expensive than I thought it would be. So I sat on the seat of some arcade game… Continue reading Writing… at Fun Works
No, it wasn’t my kids. I was grumpy, grouchy, angry mommy today. It wasn’t them either. It was the cleaners. I booked them for Sunday morning, so I could start my week in a clean house. They didn’t come, there was a mistake again! So full of anger and resentment towards far too many people… Continue reading Grumpy morning
I’m out! Finally! Its been a plan in the making. Me, in a coffee shop, alone… writing. So it happened. Sort of, I guess. My baby is in her stroller with me and I’m writing in between rocking her. A few years ago one child would have been too much. Today, I’m consoling myself… its… Continue reading Sort of alone
How do you not feel burnt out? How do you keep giving without depleting yourself of mental energy? I keep doing things and then end up feeling resentment towards most people around me. Why? I don’t understand myself. I get angry and agitated, irritated and go through bouts of what feels like mutiny! Despite all… Continue reading Understanding Myself