Tag: Pennsylvania freelance writer

When you hit old age before you’re old

I wake up with a weird, buzzing, anxious feeling in my chest. Everything is wrong, but nothing is wrong. Everything is scary, but nothing is scary. Everything is death around the corner, but death is not there. Restless. That’s what the ladies in an online support group I’m in call this feeling. I call it sheer terror. This buzzing,crazy, I’m-going- to -crawl- out of … Read More When you hit old age before you’re old

Three going on fifteen or why my new name is “mooooooom”

Little Miss, 3, 1/2 is back to calling me “mom” instead of “Mama” and saying it like an annoyed and spoiled teenager. “Oh Moooom.” “Mooooom, watch me.” “No, I don’t want that for dinner, Moooom.” It’s seriously like she’s 3 1/2 going on 15 some days. And boy does she have my moodiness tendencies, much to my disappointment. One day last week she made … Read More Three going on fifteen or why my new name is “mooooooom”

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Why I didn’t want to tell my son about the death of Anthony Bourdain

Originally written for another publication who rejected it because they said it had been published before (it hadn’t) and wasn’t timely (it is). Hmmm…Anyhow…figured I’d just publish it on my own blog instead. ______ I didn’t even know him. Not really. But yet it was almost like losing a close friend. I’d had a crappy night of sleep with two sick kids and I … Read More Why I didn’t want to tell my son about the death of Anthony Bourdain