I can’t tell you how many times someone has stopped to look at my sweet daughter and tell me, “She looks exactly like a little baby doll!” She has big blue eyes, fair skin, long light brown hair that curls in the back and a perfectly smooth, round face. She’s got white diamond stud earrings,… Continue reading My daughter, the doll.
Death is simple, it takes no effort at all. So do not fill the air with sorrow and sad faces. See, because dying doesn’t really count. It doesn’t change who I was or who I will continue to be to you. My place in your life is still as it was before. Everything will remain the… Continue reading I’ll be seeing you.
My name is “hey baby” and you lean out of your car window and I can feel your eyes staring through my clothes. I’m twelve years old in a suburban neighborhood on my way home from the bus stop. I take off running and the sound of my book bag hitting my back still isn’t… Continue reading Whats my name again?
From the day I found out I was having you, I made so many promises to myself. To let you make your own decisions on as much as I could. To remember not to yell at you the first time you slip and say a cuss word. To never force you into an activity you… Continue reading To my future teenage daughter, i do understand.