brimful of sweetness

brimful of sweetness

She lost her mother when she was sixteen. Her friends were talking about careers and giggling about boys. Her heart was heavy with the weight of a father to comfort and a family of little boys and girls to raise. She was a girl grieving her mother and yet overnight she had become a mother…

The Misplaced Missus

The Misplaced Missus

In the middle of gymnastics class, my group of preschool girls decided oinking like pigs would be fun. Grinning at their giggles, I rolled my eyes and asked for quiet. Obediently, they shushed, although their smiles still spoke of their joy. Smiling back, I faced them, stood on the closest low balance beam, and demonstrated…

singleness is not a disease (and other things I want to shout from my rooftop)

singleness is not a disease (and other things I want to shout from my rooftop)

I am waiting for someone who’s worth waiting for or no one at all, and that about sums up my thoughts on singleness. At least, that’s the simple version of my philosophy. I am twenty-one years old and waiting. Waiting passively in one sense, actively in another. I am passive in the sense that I…

The End.

The End.