One Of The Sad Realities Of Being

One Of The Sad Realities Of Being A Parent Is That The Same Stuff You Know Is Exciting, Educational, And Enriching In Your Child'slife Is Often Messy, Smelly And Exhausting To Deal With.

The Word No, Carries A Lot More Meaning When Spoken By A Parent Who Also Knows How To Say Yes.

I'd Known Enough Flush Times And Lean Ones To Understand That Money Came And Went. And That One Day I'd Also Lose My Looks, My Seemingly Boundless Energy And Maybe The Ability To Catch The Eye Of An Attractive Man And The Audacity To Rollerblade. My Name Would Be Forgotten. So Would Bad Reviews, And Good Ones. But Loving A Child Is Something That Lasts. Long After All The Rest Is Gone, That's What Endures.

The Real Drug, I Came To Believe, Was Love.

I Have Long Observed That The Act Of Writing Is Viewed, By Some, As An Elite And Otherworldly Act, All The More So If A Person Isn't Paid For What She Writes.