one single mother. one spririted preschooler. oy — what a life.
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I am hungry.
I have never felt this empty, this hollowed out, this vulnerable — not that I can remember. Perhaps I have always felt protected by the love of a man, or the interest of a man. The attention in some way, shape, or form. Even if everything else was going wrong in my life, [...]
I walked around all day today with a one-hundred pound sack of guilt and sadness slung over my shoulder. Sami went to daycare all day today, and then after just an hour and a half together, I left him with a sitter so I could go to my meditation class.
Guilt is a [...]
About this blog
Welcome to this blog - my chronicle of the illuminating, character-building path of single parenthood. I'm making this up as I go along. My life is my practice, and my five year-old son is my greatest teacher.
