PTSD
“Finley, let’s brush your teeth at the sink like a big girl!” I scooped Finley up and wrapped her long legs around my torso.
“YEAH!” She exclaimed excitedly.
“I’m coming too.”…
Author: heathersweetman
Landscaping
“Mama, what are you doing?!” My big three stood there, mouths open, shocked by the catastrophic state of the front yard and of their mother. I was covered with…
Purpose
“What am I doing?” I say to myself daily.
“I don’t know, Mama.” My kids often respond.
I pause, racking my brain why I just came into the kitchen, knowing there…
Found
Abandoned. Rejected. Seen better days. Counted as trash. Sitting in a Chicago alley, where disowned furniture finds its way to the land fill, was a forest green, diamond patterned,…
Collapsed
“Mama, can I do anything to help?”
“Thank you…Just get in the van.” I said through clenched teeth as I wrestled a tantrum throwing Finley into her car seat.
It was…
Author:
heathersweetman
Landscaping
“Mama, what are you doing?!” My big three stood there, mouths open, shocked by the catastrophic state of the front yard and of their mother. I was covered with…
Purpose
“What am I doing?” I say to myself daily.
“I don’t know, Mama.” My kids often respond.
I pause, racking my brain why I just came into the kitchen, knowing there…
Found
Abandoned. Rejected. Seen better days. Counted as trash. Sitting in a Chicago alley, where disowned furniture finds its way to the land fill, was a forest green, diamond patterned,…
Collapsed
“Mama, can I do anything to help?”
“Thank you…Just get in the van.” I said through clenched teeth as I wrestled a tantrum throwing Finley into her car seat.
It was…