Wife, mother, blogger, writer, homeschooler, desmoid tumor patient, all around smartass, and Skittles enthusiast, not necessarily in that order.
Author: SickChristine
Letting the Words Choose Me
After dinner and before the time my head typically hits the pillow, those are the free moments. No work. No homeschool. No dishes. No dog. Just me and whatever I care to do. Last night, I chose to write. After an hour of clicking keys I …
My Dog Ace and the Saga of the Stick
This is a story about my dog, Ace. Ace is a very expensive and fancy schmancy purebred Pembroke Welsh Corgi. Ace is also a total asshole. I mean, I love him. Don’t get me wrong. Just look at that face! How do you not love that …
Out of Nowhere
About an hour ago I had a panic attack. I mean, it kinda caught me off guard, so I didn’t make note of the exact time. But I’d say, give or take, it was an hour ago. You wouldn’t know it from looking at me. Although, …
If Only I Had a Me
I almost fell asleep making dinner. I hadn’t sat down and forgotten it. I literally almost fell asleep standing up stirring a pot of boiling pasta. I’m tired. Bone weary. My soul is yawning. If only I had a me to help carry the load. I’ve …
There Will Be Marks
Life makes only one promise to you. There will be marks. You will not get out of this unscathed. I have mine, be they physical or otherwise. Some will never go away no matter how hard I scrub, no matter how long they are pushed down …
All the Years Lost to Life’s Minor Annoyances
My husband recently put an app on his phone that counts down the days until he retires. He thinks he’s retiring in 2,500 days, give or take. He’s so happy about it I don’t have the heart to tell him that I’ve put us so far …
Itsa Trapp and That Guy Named Guy
I’m getting a divorce. I have to. It’s kind of an emergency. No, he’s not cheating. There’s no issue of abuse. No sign of addiction or alcoholism. He’s got a job. In actuality, he’s a pretty decent guy. But still, he’s got to go. You may …
