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“Mommy, can I watch a show with Barbie?” my little hazel-eyed preschooler asked. Like a mom-ninja, I wipe the last of tears from my eyes. But before I could answer, his eyes grew big, pointing at a large pile of clothes on my bed.
“Mommy, what happened to your clothes?”
what happened? read on, beautiful soul!Barbara’s spinning the recliner chair, again? I wonder what happened?
It is Wednesday at 6:27 pm. My belly content from a healthy dinner. My body hitting relaxation mode as I exit a clean kitchen. Like it never happened is our new family motto for the kitchen. That’s how clean it needs to look after breakfast, second breakfast, hot lunch, snack, tea time, and dinner. It’s working pretty well.
I pause as Stacey, my wife, wraps a block of frozen something in a kitchen towel to thaw overnight. I turn off the light.
With devilish excitement in my voice, as if suggesting dessert for breakfast, “jammies?” Stacey gives me the nod of approval.
Ohhh! I wonder what Jammy family night will be?? Read on!(PSST! If you just are here to get the Freedom Shower Download, click here! )
It was the middle of the night. I shot up in bed. They are gonna sue me, I know it. I snatched my phone to investigate.Â
I moved like a sloth into my “stealthy-web-searching-at-night position”: I lay down on my side, away from my wife. My elbow propped up.
up late at night? again? Is heidi esther gonna get busted? Read on, curious soul!Written in honor of International Women’s Day 2021 #IWD2021 #ChooseToChallenge
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I am recovering woman.
Watching the boys
following His dreams.
"Wanna hear another dumb blonde joke?"
I am recovering woman.
Waiting for husband
to come home from work
"I cannot live without you."
you bet this is a totally righteous poem! Read on, worthy soul! Covid Series 2 of 2. First story here!
Stacey and I get home from Covid testing.
Jason and his wife came over for football. New friends, who live next door, love wine, AND can talk football with my wife? A PANDEMIC MIRACLE. So, we went all out….
(Covid Series 1 of 2. Second Story is HERE)
I cozied into my found-on-the-curb-and-it’s-perfectly-fine-with-two-pillows-see? desk chair. ⅓ caff coffee on the candle warmer. Fairy lights twinkling in my Apple Knockers cider jug. My favorite daytime sweatpants, warm out of the dryer. It’s gonna be a great day.
that sounds lovely! I wonder what happens next? Read on!Placing her hand on my heart.
Stacey: And you need time to see how amazing you are and love yourself, too.
God, thank you for putting Stacey in my life.
Sitting at my dining room table, staring at my quiet phone.
The floor and trim, ebony. Walls, an impersonal white. One side, an equally ebony oversized Goodwill china cabinet, filled with my everyday dishes, glasses. My small kitchen sucks. The other wall, covered in preschool artwork. The table itself, awash with crayons, paper, glue. They went to Dad’s house in the middle of craft time. I’ll pick that up later, I said two days ago. An ass-cold day, throwing sleet on the window. The useless overhead light casting a smoke-stained glow.Â
Nobody likes you.
Say it ain’t so! How could that be? what’s going on with her?Woke. Woken. Aware. Self-Aware. Alive.
Hello, beautiful soul. Tired of the buzzwords? Feeling pressured to “wake up” to (everything going on) in America? Should I add “pivoting” to the list? Yea, I feel you. Honestly, I’m grateful for America burning. I know that, in the richness of the ashes, we will find the nutrients we need to germinate a new nation.
“Is this a blog about current events? Why is this woman so positive? Maybe she’s repressing her bad feelings. She totally needs a therapist,” you might say through slitted eyelids.
did heidi lose it in the middle of the pandemic?
