A few days ago, my daughter lost it. I’ve never seen her so off-kilter. It was like something inside shattered, and she was simultaneously struggling to put herself back together while tearing through the pieces. She was a mess. But I’ll admit… I was a mess too. Last week was a whirlwind of chaos and… Continue reading A Temper Tantrum for the Books… Or Blog
Author: raiseherwild
March Madness
I’ve damn near lost my mind. I’m caught in a state of dismal disillusion. Staggering toward the edge of insanity. Indoor tedium is destroying me. The sound of the mini basketball is thumping down my resolve as I drown in Tupperware containers full of slime. April’s around the corner. Promises of spring abound, but in… Continue reading March Madness
The 1st Date
It was a big day. My girl’s first date. The Daddy Daughter Dance. We stood before the mirror. The warm smell of strawberry shampoo and hairspray mingled with hot metal. It rose off the curling iron as I wrapped her hair in tight ringlets. She bounced before her reflection about as patient… Continue reading The 1st Date
Virtual Scrapbook #nofilter
How many pictures do you have on your phone? I’m going to guess somewhere around 4,324,679… give or take. How many have you posted to social media? Maybe .026 of them? How many have you printed? Ballpark, .00000000002? So why in God’s name do you have so many pictures? I know why. Within that camera… Continue reading Virtual Scrapbook #nofilter
Like A Boss
Her hand clutches her hip. Her chin held high. He words leave her lips with force. “This is how we are going to play this game,” she asserts. Her friends fall into place, but I hear one of them whisper to another. “She’s so bossy.” I immediately cringe. That word hits me like an age-old… Continue reading Like A Boss
Sugar & Spice & Everything Slime
We pull into the drop off line at the elementary school, and I turn in the driver’s seat to kiss her goodbye when I see it. A string of orange slime tangled in her eyebrow. I take a deep breath as I lick my thumb and run it across her brow. (Admit it… you’ve done… Continue reading Sugar & Spice & Everything Slime
Choosing her Strength
When my girl was a baby, I couldn’t wait to see her in a tutu. Graceful on stage beneath twirls of glittery tulle. Or strutting across a padded mat, tumbling about in a sparkling leotard. I always wanted to be a dancer or a gymnast, and I was thrilled to watch… Continue reading Choosing her Strength
Stalker
I have a Stalker. At each turn, I feel two eyes on me. They roam over every inch of my body, drinking in my movements. As I open my mouth, I’m conscious of a pair of ears perking up, devouring my every word. I’m scared. Terrified. Frightened that I might let my Stalker down. I… Continue reading Stalker