Repost from October 8, 2008 I’ve decided that motherhood is the GED equivalent to attending seminary because I seem to have acquired priest-like privileges these days. I go around blessing peoples’ hearts left and right like it’s nobody’s business. Being Southern, blessing hearts comes with the territory. I remember witnessing my mother bestowing blessings toContinue reading “Bless Your Heart”
When you are the parent of a special needs child there are certain things you don’t say aloud for fear of giving others the wrong impression. So we hold them in. And we feel alone. And we feel like bad parents for even having these feelings. What typical parents see is us “just doing it”Continue reading “Things That Aren’t Talked About”
Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans. John Lennon, Beautiful Boy Between the hours of three through seven-ish, I have a hard time regulating myself. I often feel depressed during these hours. I’ve never understood why. Recently, I had a friend suggest that part of the issue might be thatContinue reading “Things Here Are Different”
Christmas has evolved in my house. It’s not a welcome evolution, but an inevitable one. I’ve watched it’s descent over the past few years, all the while wishing it would take a different exit. But it never does. The evolution is called growing up – the kids, not me. I will forever be a Peter Pan girl, and I hope my boys retain some of that as well.
I’ve been a full-time mom for the past 22 years. One of the most difficult, but rewarding jobs I’ve ever had, and I was a middle school teacher so that’s saying a lot. Recently, I went back to work, and I feel like I’m starting all over again at the age of 53. To sayContinue reading “A New Chapter”
What do you do when a past choice turns into a regret? You have to move on.
An excerpt from my upcoming book, He’s Not Broken: A Mother’s Journey to Acceptance I have a photo of my son Jacob in the pilot’s seat on his first flight. He was six-years-old. His hands are on the controls, with the pilot’s hat perched on his head. It’s one of my favorite pictures of himContinue reading “He’s Not Broken Excerpt”
(This is a very bad mock-up of the cover. Also, Michelle will be changed to Ginger because when you search for Michelle McGee on Google…well, just see for yourself.) /Widgetflex.swf” target=”_blank” rel=”noopener”>Help Me Publish!!! 1 in 360 (approximately 138,000 US children) have been diagnosed with Tourette Syndrome, based on parent report. Run your fingers throughContinue reading “Publishing My Memoir!”
You have been mine from the moment I held my Baby Tender Love in the back of Mrs. Womble’s kindergarten room. You were alive before you were born, a little wish from the whispers of a five-year-old who had no idea what she was asking for, but knew you were exactly what she wanted oneContinue reading “My Boys”
* I am writing this so that others can see one of the many faces of depression. I am not seeking pity or attention. One thing I have always been in my writing is honest. So this is me being honest, unfiltered and raw. I am not editing this at all, so please forgiveContinue reading “Brain Spill”