Saturday started out pretty rough.
Words for a writer are like paint for a painter and wood for a carpenter. Heart and Soul would rot of death if they had no access to the written word. Had I been stricken with this awful disease before typewriters graced the tips of calloused fast fingers, if I had [...]
Archive for November 7th, 2009
Day 3: “I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.”
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“Seek freedom and become captive of your desires. Seek discipline and find your liberty.”
Posted in Max, Mothering, Transition on November 7, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Sometimes…
Max makes me feel like I wasn’t cut out for motherhood. He’s a bit of an energy vampire. Needy of my attention. Difficult to direct and redirect. CONSTANTLY looking for approval and praise.
I feel like I created a monster. His temper rivals any adult’s {though, he doesn’t break stuff or physically hurt people or things [...]
