Fight and Flight

He swiftly exited from the building and his eyes darted around until he locked in on mine. Quickly turning, he ran to his teacher and pointed to me. She smiled and waved and released him into my care.

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What If….

On any given weekday, after work, I get into my car, turn off the radio, then text my husband to let him know I am on my way home. The drive takes fifteen minutes and silence is welcome after the noise of the day.

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Bethany’s 2015 Thanksgiving Playlist

My life is scheduled and ordered.

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An Open Letter to my Anxious Son

My dear son, Your dad began whispering through the phone and I began to feel frustrated.

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A Little Messed Up But We’re OK

“We’re a mess.” Those three words spilled out of my mouth just as I had rehearsed them in my head for the previous few days.

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