My Son’s Mother

via Daily Prompt: Betrayed He wasn't my son, not yet. My stomach twisted sharply pulling into the parking lot. I scanned the park playground through my open window for a face similar to the sweet boy eagerly waiting to get out of my car. Children ran and screamed, jumping from monkey bars to swings, flying … Continue reading My Son’s Mother

There are no bad people, not really

"Do you think my mom is a bad person?" Peanut asked, sitting at the kitchen counter, feet dangling over discarded flip-flops while eating a late breakfast. "I don't really know your mom," I answered cautiously, "why?" "cuz my last foster parent said my mom was a bad person and that's why I can't live with … Continue reading There are no bad people, not really

This is my inside

I hoped Ed Sheeran would be my muse this morning. His music has been playing on shuffle for the last hour, but instead of being creatively ignited by rhythm and lyrics, I have merely been bobbing my head up and down, rocking shoulders left and right, in the midst of an imaginary crowd of musicians, surrounded … Continue reading This is my inside

First Light

DW teases me often. It's never hurtful or mean, only lighthearted and playful. I can especially count on him to point out the obvious when I make a dumb mistake, finding humor in everything. His jovial personality keeps me from taking things too seriously or becoming wrapped up in drama and emotion. Sometimes, he doesn't … Continue reading First Light