Every Single Mom Day

Page Six of NY Post Reprehensible Victim Shaming Photo Gallery of Mel B

The spiced-up life of Mel B Letter to Editor of NY Post: Shame on you, NY Post. April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month and you chose to respond to Mel B’s filing for a divorce from her extremely violent soon-to-be-ex husband with a tacky and irrelevant photo gallery on Page Six, “The Spiced Up Life of Mel B,” depicting her “happy days” as a performer and wife that did not show a single photo…

Truth, Is…

Difficulties, hardship, never go away. They do not take vacations. Backbreaking struggles to simply manage day-to-day activities, provide all avenues of support to a little creature, never takes a walk, never momentarily steps away for you to catch your breath. “Time for yourself,” is a joke; a joke that you pay cold hard struggled cash for. It is all on you. Only you. There is no savior to swoop…

HOPE intransitive verb 1
: to cherish a desire with anticipation 2
archaic : trust transitive verb 1
: to desire with expectation of obtainment               2
:  to expect with confidence :  trust   “Hope.” The small, rare word in structured dictionaries purely defined by our personal relationship to Her. She clings to us like an adhesion during times of struggle;  struggle long enough, She…

Freedom Began with a Restraining Order

Sign in at the front desk. Was I really doing this?… Really? She tells me to wait. I will be called.   Little blue brochures flutter in the A/C. “Are You a Victim?” 24 questions. “If you answer yes to any of these, you may be in an abusive relationship.” 23 for 24. Hot tears sting my exhausted cheeks. Really?? Really??? How the fuck did this become me, my life?? I don’t have tissues. Snot is…

What if we were to disregard the exhausting search for acceptance and love, And seek to love ourselves for the strong, accountable women we are? How Would SHE Live Life?

As women, we are taught from the first breath, that our true selves are completely invaluable to the service we are to be providing to those around us. We are only as good as the appearance we present to make a man desire, to make another woman envious, to make a child feel comforted by our all encompassing, gracious love. We are only as good as the forgiveness we pour onto all, excusing away any…

Cornering the Single Mom

It’s funny, the blogs, posts, articles, you find when Googling “single motherhood, single moms.” I have yet to find one account that openly admits what a train wreck they are… Everything is happy! cheery!, “look at me, and my wonderful creatures!!” It’s almost like a disease single moms instantly are infected with when they become single: “MUST appear sane! Normal! MUST prove I have my shit…

How It All Began…

I have been a single parent for all but 31 days of my son’s 3 ½ years. 9 months of pregnancy, countless midwife appointments, 16 hours of labor and delivery, 4 days in the NICU, numerous ER visits, all without a partner, spouse, father. I met my son’s father in the almost worst of ways, and the story that unfolded was the kind that sends screaming red flags to start running as fast as possible to…