The Chatter Blog
Not all parts mind you.
Not even many.
It’s good exercise you know.
18 hours, 10 minutes
My Ireland evenings. They are superb. Everyone else is sleeping. I am not. I am writing. And then I am reading. Both make me happy. The quiet is light and burden free. 426 more words
1 day, 11 hours
You wake up knowing you have to feed the babies. Get them dressed. Wait for husband to get home so you can tag team parenting and work duties. 623 more words
3 days, 12 hours
Sometimes I just want to hear a hush.
Not even my own words or thoughts.
Even with things that need said.
Discussions that need begun. 16 more words
4 days, 18 hours
Rising each morning on one side of the day.
Every moment a step on the bridge.
Crossing us over to falling night.
5 days, 18 hours
Hate. I don’t get you. So many things are done in your name. So many things are done with you as the prompt and the excuse. 448 more words
My promise to who I am.
Regardless of how well people think they know me there are some things that I want to make sure are understood about me. 662 more words
1 week, 1 day