Quarantine adventures. Thanks a lot, COVID. Last night’s shenanigans have morning regrets. Heard this morning from our kitchen table, an uttered threat: “Happy Mother’s Day. I hope… Read more “The Breaking Point”
Author: mendybrew
Just a woman who's never given up on her dream to write. I'm also a wife, mother to three fabulous kids, and a middle school teacher in my spare time.
It’s how the light gets in
“It’s how the light gets in” Ahhh it’s time. Long time, no see. It’s been two years since I posted a blog. What? One of the reasons… Read more “It’s how the light gets in”
Sometimes All You Need is to Switch it Up
My daughters throw on sweaters as I sweat, knowing my makeup is sliding down my face and my husband asks me why my neck and chest are… Read more “Sometimes All You Need is to Switch it Up”
I love Facebook. I love it not.
Time for confession: I have a love-hate relationship with Facebook. When I get to be encouraged by positive quotes that I follow and happy with those who… Read more “I love Facebook. I love it not.”
Just one more picture
Do I wish I could go back and hold him again as a baby and soak up his sweet smile and baby soft skin? Hear his laughter?… Read more “Just one more picture”
The Default Dog
We said goodbye to our sweet dog, Max, a week ago. I feel the ache most in the morning when I drink my coffee, alone, without him… Read more “The Default Dog”
Summer’s Lessons
So Facebook reminded me yesterday that it’s been 28 days since I posted something on my writer’s page. Here’s the even bleaker news: it’s been that… Read more “Summer’s Lessons”
There’s a Bigger Plan
And this is how it ends. Five years of team teaching. Four of which were in the same classroom working together side by side. Not many people… Read more “There’s a Bigger Plan”
Words Hurt; Words Heal
We’re all tired. Moms are tired. Teachers are tired. But each child is somebody’s child. As a mother of a 12-year-old pubescent girl, most days I’m met… Read more “Words Hurt; Words Heal”
I am My Mother’s Daughter
Mothers and daughters have a tumultuous relationship. It is a tight bond, sometimes so tight that that bond is taut with tension, friction bubbling under the surface.… Read more “I am My Mother’s Daughter”
