My WaPo

I really do have trouble with this. Writing, for me, has been a therapy exercise. In execution and publication. The Write is therapy for getting out the things that are stuck in my head and trip me up as they linger there. The Publication is therapy for a couple of my fears: Recognition and the…

You win some. You lose some. Sometimes it’s both.

It’s been eight very long years since my youngest left for her first day of kindergarten, a first day that was just a small glimpse of so many more firsts yet to come; and a reminder of so many firsts that had passed. A day that happened, for me, with nothing more memorable than pure…

I let my 9 year old buy her own dinner. Gasp.

The two of you probably don’t know that you broke me that evening in May, three long years ago.  It was a small break, and temporary, you don’t have that much control over me.  But there was a crack, nonetheless, and it was probably just because I was tired that I didn’t bite back. My…

Because It’s Never Done

Time. My most hated word. The keeper of all that disgusts me. My arch-enemy of all arch-enemies. Yet I can never get enough of it. I’m always looking for more; desperate, scraping, scrounging, like after some narcotic that promises relief. I can never hold on to it; it slips away, through my fingers, my toes,…

Medicaid: What you’re really entitled to….

I recently spoke of people’s misconceptions regarding Food Stamps (or SNAP) recipients last October, on my blog.  I decided to write about   that subject because I am one of those recipients myself.  Due to recent conversational snippets at work and in my personal life, I feel it would be beneficial to now discuss Medicaid,…

Without today’s technology, how would I know where I am tomorrow?

So yesterday was the perfect “myunexcusedlife” example.  Exactly why I started this blog, to be honest.  You know, the kind where you think you never should have gotten out of bed.  Except that I never went to bed to begin with–I worked my night shift at the hospital Sunday night.  So let’s make that an…