An Attitude of Gratitude

The last time I wrote, I reflected that a bad day doesn’t have to turn into a bad week. But sometimes it does. And sometimes one bad week turns into another. I’ve been having a tough time lately, and I wish I had a more insightful or eloquent way of saying that. But one of…

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Teach for Mom-erica

My husband was sick last week, so it was just me on Bailey duty. The first day was the roughest, with Bailey being in one of those moods where everything that’s not a toy is a toy, and everything that is a toy is completely uninteresting. So the next day, I was determined to make…

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Talking Just to Talk

“Do you recognize me from Zoom?” Trish asked Bailey when we walked up to the farm this afternoon and played on the swings while we waited for Faye. The only thing stranger than the fact that we’re living in times when that is a relevant question to ask a toddler is the fact that Bailey…

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Mother’s Day

It was hard to decide last year when to send my mother home. She had come the day I had gotten out of the hospital. Never had I been more thankful that we decided to buy a house within two hours driving distance of my parents. Because sleep is so imperative for people with bipolar…

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The Bumpity Bumps

Today is the anniversary of the day I left the psych ward. It’s a big day that I’ve been waiting for for a long time. When I arrived home from the hospital last year, I felt relieved, but also guilty. And disconnected. Feeding schedules, outfits, the layout of our baby care materials around the house…

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