Hello, Mother – Part Two

Was it a trick of birth that I'm not one of them? Was I unlucky in the cards destiny dealt? Perhaps there is a God or Gods in some celestial plane or atop a mountain or at the end of a rainbow bridge charting out my future. Perhaps its Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos spinning, dispensing and cutting the thread of my fate. Determining my allotment of suffering and success with a fairly impartial regard. What if I am but ones and zeros embedded in a fiction of some superior intelligence's design? My existence could be the result of any or none of these. Perhaps there really is nothing and all is chaos.

Hello, Mother.

I have not been in my mother's keeping since I was seven years old. I can count on one hand the brief encounters I've had with her since that time. It's been twelve years since my last actual look at her person and eleven years since I've heard the rasp of her voice.

Hubby Wednesday’s “Thou Shall Not Eat Baby Formula Powder”

Here at the Sumner house we have been missing out on a load of sleep. We have this situation called...Living With A Newborn. This particular princess wants to eat on average every 45 mins to an hour. ALL DAY LONG. My boobs just can't keep up. So, we are having to supplement with formula. Now … Continue reading Hubby Wednesday’s “Thou Shall Not Eat Baby Formula Powder”