Given the decrepit response of my country to a ONCE-IN-A-CENTURY PANDEMIC (which I can’t believe I’m living through), Cohiba and I didn’t feel good about sending Wee One (WO) to school. I talked about this when she started school. (Here.)Continue reading “Raise Your Hand If You Can Spell Zoo”
First of all, today is my birthday. 🙂 This year has been fantastic, mostly because – no, entirely because – the Wee One was in it. This time last year I was gargantuan and having trouble breathing on my waddle to the bathroom. Today, as I was crawling on the floor putting a new duvet cover on, my little girl was literally screaming with laughter. Screaming. She made me jump a few times, actually, it was such a surprise.
My mom is a woman of great faith, and she has often talked about hearing things from God or the Virgin Mary. I’ve had one experience in which I believe God or the Holy Spirit spoke to me, and while I know I could be wrong, I believe I’m right. I think I had another one of those experiences last night.
This is a true story, and it was something I entered for a Writing Contest.
The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places. Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms, 1929
I don’t remember much of that time in ’97, but I do remember when my doctor told me I couldn’t have children. The pins holding the bones of my shattered pelvis together would puncture my uterus as a child grew.