By this point, most of you have heard about the tragedy in Norway a few weeks ago when a Christian Fundamentalist murdered 92 people and injured another 96. The story has been well-covered by International media and the mainstream press here in the US.
What an absolutely brilliant day. Spending four hours at a beautiful beach with my husband and kids, playing in the water, building sandcastles, snuggling my baby in the sun. I truly couldn’t ask for anything else, I am so damn lucky for everything I have in my life.
Dear world – here’s the deal – if you’ve never had a special needs child, do not tell us how to manage ours. Telling us to spank our kids when they’re “bad” is ridiculous. Telling us “Oh I know! My two-year old does that,” isn’t helpful. Because your two-year old? Will grow out of that behavior. My kid may not.
my dad was, and still is, a serious control freak. he wants everything to go his way, all the time, forever. His need to control + my rebellious streak – any display of love or affection = a seriously fucked up child.
I remember when it started. I was eight years old, bored, sitting in my third grade classroom. I vaguely remember a math book being open. I was a bright kid; school was always easy for me. By that age, I was day-dreaming through many of my lessons.
Not too long ago, I sat talking to one of my many online friends. I noted that I hadn’t written anything in quite awhile (I write erotica/porn as a hobby … yes I’m a perv, hush). Told her I hadn’t felt any strong inspiration or desire to write. She said that’s one of the things that happens when…
When my husband and I started trying for a baby almost fifteen months ago, we were hopeful. I had a feeling it would take a while because I’d been on the Pill for over ten years, but I still figured we’d be announcing a pregnancy in no time. I bought Taking Charge of Your Fertility (the trying to conceive Bible) and a thermometer and started charting my temps to make sure I was ovulating.
This is my first time here at Band Back Together. Contributing, I mean. Most of the time I’m a lurker, but not anymore. I’ve worked up the courage to try and define myself for the BB2G World Tour. So here goes…