Author Archives: Tasha
The End
He said to write an end to the story.
I wonder seriously if that is possible. He said that if I write an end, it won’t have control over me. That I could see a finish to it. That the rest would just be choices and decisions lived out.
Something Tangible
Rarely in parenting do you ever get something tangible to prove that you are not completely effing up your kids. At least in my parenting.
Remembrance
Eleven years ago, I literally fell down on my office floor, a scream coming from somewhere deep inside that sounded foreign to my ears, even in the moment.
Seventeen
Listening to Sarah McLachlan’s, Fumbling Towards Ecstasy, takes me back to the beginning. It really was the soundtrack to that trip, and maybe our lives.
Just Write: I Hear Him
I hear him.
I don’t want to. I wonder briefly if he might find his paci and if it might be enough.
A Letter to Anna See
Dear Anna,
We have never met. Unlike the rest of the blogging world, it seems, I have only just discovered your blog, An Inch of Gray.
Calling
I have been a mom for as long as I have been an adult. Which isn’t to say that I was actually a grown-up even though I was considered an adult. You get me?
First Day of School Delusions
I have these visions of how the first day of school is going to look. Why? I don’t know. I have homeschooled long enough to know it never, not ever, looks the way I envision it.
Fifteen Minutes of {Paleo} Fame
What a week! I wrote a post talking about my Whole 30 results. With one little tweet to Dallas and Melissa at The Whole 9 Life, I was like a paleo celebrity for a day.
