By Jennifer Savage.
Aftermath: Silent No More
My apathy and naiveté are shocking even to me. Almost as shocking as the fact that Donald Trump is going to be our president. Almost.
Steinbeck Loved Montana. And So Do I.
I’m in love with Montana. For other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some affection. But with Montana it is love. And it’s difficult to analyze love when you’re in it.
Beyond The Deep Familiar
When I was thirteen I changed my brother’s diapers and at nineteen I rocked my sister to sleep on our front porch swing. I remember the weight of her small, curled hand in my lap as she slept. This is what I want, I thought, not now, but some day.
Just Life. And I’m Living It.
I feel stretched, worn thin and the thing that bothers me most is that I seem to get to this place a lot, head in hands wondering what is wrong with me.
You’re The Goodest
Well, I’m sitting here feeling like a pretty crappy mama. We missed Eliza’s class holiday performance tonight. We didn’t miss it because we chose not to go. We missed it because we were late and her class performed without her.
Sending Up The Bat Signal
I only have a glimpse of it now but I think I’m starting to understand that we are parents forever.
Be Gentle
Be gentle. Be kind. Be tender. Be vulnerable. I breathe these in. And it’s working.
Leaning In
I couldn’t see it through her fury but she’d wanted me to reassure her and I had, in many acts of stubbornness, drawn lines in the sand.
Oh, So Thankful
I have everything I’ve ever wanted. And for this, I am oh, so thankful.