Calmly Chaotic

The sleepy haze that was the first week of January was more panic laced then hopeful. It was equal parts doing my best to temper down the pressure of what's next, and mourning the loss of what was. When a year comes to an end I've realized that, as a mother, I always follow a similar emoti…

When I watched you up on stage it wasn't something new. I'd seen you up there, many times before but this time felt different. You always look right up there, like you belong there and I never really understood it. I don't think I ever really tried. But now that I find myself trying to…