They same time heals all wounds. They lied. The last time I talked to my mom was exactly one year ago-she never woke up-neither have I.

Single Moms

Yah well its been a doosy of a day-and its not even close to being over! First my heart goes out to all you single moms out there. It is NOT easy. Patrick left yesterday with Sean for a hockey trip to Jersey leaving me to fend for myself until after the kids are in bed tonight. And ...I though I was going to have time to write, but apparently not, guess this experiment isn't goin' so well so far.

First Friday

When I was in college I always said I was going to write a book called so aptly, "Chicken Fingers & Fries: The Story of this College Girl." Sadly, I never got around to it, and most likely, never will, especially since now the title would be way longer, ie: "Chicken Fingers & Fries: The Story of this Graduate Student/Daughter/Sister/Wife/NonProfit Worker/Mother." Just doesn't sound quite so cool anymore. So, now that I finally decided to join the blogging revolution it seemed like as good a name as anything.

So much has happened since college, making me a completely different person than I was then, but obviously I'm much the same as well. And just as writing in a journal kept me sane then, it continues to do so, or it did until recently. I haven't put pen to paper in a journal form since April last year. Partly because I have so little free time and am forced to write so much for school, but mostly because I don't even know where to begin since then. I'm a bit afraid if I open those floodgates I'll have no more control. Maybe this blog will get those gates open one of these days and lead to a healthier me--we'll see.

And so it begins, this first friday, my blogging experiment.