You know I work with homeless addicts. Sometimes the work is frustrating, or funny, or heartwarming, but one day last week it was truly harrowing: One of our clients was detoxing from heroin.
It’s not everyday…
That you learn when your life is going to change. That you can pinpoint the moment your life will change. Yesterday, Cohiba and I got some of that news. Continue reading “It’s not everyday…”
New Feature: Spark of the Week
You know how some images get you all excited to try something similar project? Seeing them gives you energy and inspiration to try something new. That happens to me all the time, and Creo Somnium is going to start to showcase these images a bit.
Adding Creativty through the 51/51 Challenge
When I create my annual challenges, this one called the 51/51 Challenge, I like to include things that encourage me to be creative. (Wonder about the 51/51 Challenge? Look HERE!) To that end, one of the goals this year was to build up the Alba Garrison pinterest boards and blog site.
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I’m Free Associatin’ …home …soil …rain
Letter to My Unborn Daughter
Hey baby –
Today is the beginning of week 34 for us. If you came at this point, you would be as okay as a full-term baby, and that’s nice to know.
Ignore the Icky Feeling at Your Peril – A Dyad Disaster
Yesterday’s prompt asked us to think about having a talk with someone I don’t know very well about their life and their background, and it reminded me of something my department encouraged a few years ago. but first, some backstory:
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Re-springing your Step, or have a baby
Another reblog to counter the terrifying threats of pregnancy, the threats of parenthood. I am about six weeks out from delivery and had a little freak out last night: “I will never have a weekend again. I will never get away from this job.” I posted this comment to FB, and most people were supportive, though one was like, “Yeah, forget sleep, too.” I told her she wasn’t helping, but I might just delete it. Help me see the good things! Posts like this do that.
A Pox Upon Thee!
Do people still cast curses on one another? Is that still a thing?
They Should’ve Warned Me
I think I’ve talked before about the horrible Doom’s Day advice I’ve gotten since I learned about the Wee One coming, advice that fit comfortably into my jacked ideas of motherhood.
But then there’s this. After I started feeling her and I began to get excited about her, I started hoping that maybe it would be more like this.
When I was pregnant, everyone was all about “warning” me about what was coming next. I walked around much of those ten (let’s face it, pregnancy is ten, not nine, months) absolutely terrified. The warnings flew at me from every angle — in the checkout line at Target, on the street, slipping my shoes on and walking out of the yoga studio. Warnings, warnings everywhere about what was to come — from the excruciating, mind-numbing pain of childbirth to the shell of my former self I was about to become once I had her. There were times I felt like a prisoner on death row, trying to force myself to enjoy some tiny luxury despite my size and discomfort, because if you asked around, apparently my petty joys would be ending pretty soon!
“Enjoy your husband now — you’ll be so consumed by the baby you won’t spend any time alone together…
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I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 