It's been a while since I last posted. I got a new job and have been scrambling to keep up with everything. A million things, hyperbolically speaking, have happened since then, but none of it matters much. That's a lie. Of course it matters. It matters that I am still in love with ideas that are dead and gone. It matters that I feel isolated and alone. It matters that I feel like I'm pushing away the few friends I have. It matters that every day I fear that my ex was right when he said my daughters would be better off without me. It matters that the harassment continues in every correspondence and chips away at me little by little, the way that he's perfected over the years. It matters. But it also matters that my little girl tells me that she thinks I'm beautiful. It matters that I get to snuggle in bed with three precious children who give my heart a reason to keep on beating. It matters, especially to me, the days when I can do it on my own. Last week, I was i...
Teacher and Mother, Walking the Path with Humor and Love