by Dianna M.
Dianna is my name
and I am not ashamed
to say it out loud
and be proud.
It comes from ancient Greek, 111 more words
I’m absolutely bi-polar lately. I wake up in the morning, get violently ill, wonder at the little miracle I’m carrying around with me, get depressed that Mom will never meet her grand-baby, think about how wonderful a father Aron will be… it’s all incredibly exhausting. 472 more words
I’m wondering if maybe it’s time for Apollo and me to dial things back a bit. We’re aren’t getting any younger, you know, as if that wasn’t obvious from the wrinkles, the gray hair, and the overwhelming urges to yell at the neighborhood kids to get off the lawn. 755 more words