Tag: Daddy

Burn The Bed

I want to burn my bed. Yes, the entire white queen sized bed. All of it. Poof. Gasoline. Flames. I’d smile. I’d grin. I’d rejoice at watching THAT bed burn. Alas, I’m not strong enough to drag it downstairs. The headboard is heavy. The mattress is awkward. The box spring won’t bend. There are stairs. I certainly can’t set it…

Alive.

I can breathe. The early morning hours announce, “It is time.” Writers, the real ones I know, keep strange bedfellows with those fleeting hours before dawn. I am no different. The clock says 1:34 a.m. and I lay there trying to caress my troubles. There is a fixation on trying to solve every ticking time bomb at an ungodly hour.…

The Hot Humid Hunt

It’s not very often you see the boy behind the man. As age passes each day, the newness wears a bit thinner. The mysteries are no longer mysterious. Excitement is rare as nothing is new and exciting. The wheels in the day to day cog begins to flake with rust. The muscles in the back ache, and gray hairs begin…

Grown Ass Man Issues

The first time I was called a “whore” was by my father. I was a preteen girl, not old enough to understand the word’s definition. My mother had always told me we were Pentecostals. Some people said we were ‘holy rollers.’ No one had ever told me I was a “whore,” until that youthful summer day. When my father yelled…

I Am Jack’s Tantrum

The toddler has been doing this new thing. We say, “No,” and he throws himself onto the floor. While laying on his stomach, he screams and beats his hands against the floor in opposition. Then, the tantrum reaches a fever pitch because he’s beating his hands against an oak hardwood floor. There are no winners in this fight. Every time,…

Frozen

There are some facts you can’t escape. Almost a year ago, my husband and I were making the Terrific Toddler a big Saturday breakfast. A breakfast he won’t eat, but I feel as parents we have to keep offering him food. We made blueberry pancakes, eggs, and bacon. I went to dump out the hot grease, the husband says “wait,…

Communication Breakdown

In this galaxy a long time ago (my preteen years,) I used to ask my mom to take me to the downtown library. I was a 13 year old girl on a mission, and the library had one book with all the answers. The book contained every name and address to publishing companies along with minimal contact info. The library…

Cereal Christmas

A little boy thinks Christmas is a tree. If you ask him about Christmas, he will point to the fake glittery tree in the corner of our home. No presents, no ribbons, or name tags are currently under this tree. The reason is, I’m waiting till the absolute last minute to put them there. He wants to touch the tree.…

Dear Santa from the Terrific Toddler

Dear Santa, Mama said I needed to write you because you’ll bring me presents. I saw you at the mall, and you looked terrifying. However, I need some things. Mama and Da-Da give me toys, but I don’t want those kinds of toys. I’d really like some packing peanuts. I keep seeing them arrive in boxes, but they’re quickly taken…

Z is for Zoo

Two weeks straight, I pulled the magnet letter Z off the fridge. I held it up and exclaimed “Z is for Zoo! We are going to the zoo!” Yea, we went to the zoo. I learned a lot on this family outing. This trip started last year as I had a heated debate with my husband about wanting to take…

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