true love
After 10 years of counseling, a full time career, and the support of 4 children, my dad still cries every night at the loss of Mom.
After 10 years of counseling, a full time career, and the support of 4 children, my dad still cries every night at the loss of Mom.
It was just a schizophrenic attack, but it still hurt when he told me he would be ashamed to call me his wife and that his daughter would never come from a whore.
When I was four years old, I ate chap stick that smelled like strawberries even though I knew it was wrong.
If you you drink too much and ask your sorority sister to kiss you, they will never let you forget it, even if you can't remember it.
I will admit I defiled the tradition and sacredness of Mustache March by shaving mine off.
It wasn't until my doctor used words like "bipolar" and "anxiety disorder" that I realized that may have driven into that tree on purpose.
We went to the Opening Ceremonies of the Paralympic Games, watched an NHL hockey game, and threw an amazing dinner party, but the highlight of my weekend was hearing my boyfriend's teenaged daughter tell the emergency nurse that I was her stepmom.
I'm glad he doesn't hav caller ID, because if he did he'd know how many times I've called.
Upon seeing how upset my mother became over the death of our dog, I realized how much I would have devastated her if my suicide attempt had succeeded.
House fire with people trapped, turnout gear on, sirens wailing, the engine lurching through traffic, adrenaline flowing, I glance out the window and pass a little boy with the same look I had on my face when I decided to become a firefighter.
I swore with excitement when my new Bible came in the mail.
The night before my dad died, I rolled my eyes and gave an exasperated sigh when he asked me to go to the kitchen and get him a glass of water, but I can't remember if I told him that I loved him.
When the hygienist handed me a child's toothbrush because she said my mouth was too small for the adult size, I almost asked if I could have Belle instead of Snow White.
My brother is an accomplished pilot, has three college degrees and has traveled all over the world, and he still likes to draw little moustaches on me while I sleep.
I can't stop the tears as I shuffle through a box under the our bed and find a tattered letter to Santa, written by my now drug addicted son.
When the doctor asked if there was a history of depression in my family, I said no, but later I realized the two alcoholics and the two suicides by gun probably counted.
Today was the first time I'd seen my kindergarten teacher in eleven years, but when she told me I was smart I began to believe in myself again.
Watching my mother lean over my father's coffin to kiss him and tell him goodbye was the most painful moment of my entire life.
Last week, I wore the same unwashed shirt to work every single day and I received the most tips of any of the servers.
I was too busy worrying about bumping into him to notice him sitting three seats ahead of me.
The very first person to ask me for my autograph killed herself a week later, and I will never forget her.
The look on my daughter's face as I turned and left her dorm room that first day will haunt me forever.
Getting paid to goof off really isn't as awesome as you would think.
Flying towards the finish line, I hit a bump and my front wheel folded like a potato chip.
I knew he was the one to keep when our second date, during which I accidentally gave him a facial scar with my teeth, was not the last.