Tiny Fists, Tiny Feet

Tiny feet, covered in cloth drag down my bare chest, The rubber grips pulling my chest hair as streak downward, I bite the insides of my cheeks, suppressing a cry, the searing pain of being involuntarily waxed. My eyes pop open, and even in the utter darkness, I can see the shadows of his tinyContinue reading “Tiny Fists, Tiny Feet”

31 Day Blogging Challenge Day 17: What is Your Most Proud Moment

I have a few moments in my life that I’m proud of, but there are only a couple that can compete for the title of proudest.  I was pretty proud when Sarah said she would marry me, and then pretty proud when she DID marry me, but the moment I’m most proud of, the momentContinue reading “31 Day Blogging Challenge Day 17: What is Your Most Proud Moment”

White Out Conditions

I am trapped!  I need your help.  It is the middle of a blizzard, and it’s unsafe to go outside (I know, why do I continue to fucking live in this state of shit—sorry, I mean Massachusetts).  It’s snowing, and my son is rotating through hyperactivity and screaming fits.  He’s teething, normally he’s much betterContinue reading “White Out Conditions”