As a writer my mind is verbose and my fingers anxious to pound that keyboard with my annoying two cents on any normal day. I do it for me not you 😉 And yet as coronavirus hit, I have grown quiet. My mind is a milkshake of fears, hopes, facts, and uncertainty – Even I…
Author: Krista Hager
My Everything Drawer Brain My brain is an everything drawer. In my conundrum of a brain, thoughts seep into each other, sometimes burying my original focus so deep I find myself walking into one room and completely forgetting why I was there. My actions tangle in simultaneous to-do’s. Yesterday, I literally scooped up a cup…
Have you ever felt a dream to be impossible? Not so much because of the magnitude of the dream, but rather the personal probability? I have. I do. All the time. BUT. There was a time not too long ago that many things in my life felt like improbable dreams. This was a lesson…
In response to the #FitMom “sorta bashing” article… Dear Fellow Author, I applaud the eloquent language in your article Dear #fitmom: We Have a Problem, but what your words convey…? How do I put this delicately…? Girl we need to talk because this one you just got plain wrong. You seem to be under the…
“Spider! Spider!” Addy exclaimed. Glancing over I scan the room, quickly retrieving my shoe off my foot, ready for an instant squash if it comes to that. “Oh no.” Chills crawl up my spine, and I take a deep breath. It’s not a spider. I really wish it was. No this intruder is at least…
My cherub cheeked baby attempts with all his might to crawl up a stair, falling backwards with a loud thump (cue siren cry). “Oh No!” Addy exclaims, “Baby Henry hungry!” Well yep that IS usually the case for this little chucky monkey, but this particular dually noted complaint was him experiencing the oh so very…
About two months ago, I made a significant parenting mistake that will haunt our family for some time, and according to my magic 8 ball, our family’s “future outlook is not so good.” Eek. What you ask is this horrific lapse of judgment I have bestowed upon my family? I let my daughter watch Frozen…
In lieu of flowers… You are everything to me. It’s true, growing up I didn’t see you as a person with unique desires, needs, and strengths. All your attributes were clothed in your role as “Mom” to me. This used to terrify me to my bones. In my eyes, you exuded selflessness, while I wore a selfish…
As Moms oftentimes we do not feel like “enough.” It seems no matter how much we give to our family, to our partners, to ourselves, we are always needing more. More money… More time… More organization… More patience… More exercise… Even more youth (because apparently aging backwards is a “thing” now)… Just more. I cannot…
If I could steal a little pain for you I would friend. I cannot take the load you carry; I am not strong enough. Tears flood my eyes, thoughts race to a place where I can erase news and change facts. As I sit here in my grief for you, I cannot feel this pain…
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