by Diane W. Bailey | Dec 4, 2012 | Diane's Posts
We went to see the production of the play, Next to Normal, last weekend. The whole time I was watching the production, I was thinking about one of our children. We have been through so much trying to “fix” this one. This one, this beautiful child now adult, is a...
by Diane W. Bailey | Dec 3, 2012 | Diane's Posts
My angry words fly like red-hot embers propelled from a slingshot, creating collateral damage for anyone in their path on their way toward my husband. I want him to take my side, to set the record straight and do it where I can have the satisfaction of hearing it...
by Diane W. Bailey | Dec 2, 2012 | Diane's Posts
I walk into the room, and morning light spills soft and glowing across tiled floors and a rug of robin’s egg blue. Pulling back a silky, chocolate comforter and shaking floral sheet, I watch crumbs of food smuggled into bed after hours, fly through the air, like...
by Diane W. Bailey | Dec 1, 2012 | Diane's Posts
They are sisters by marriage and not by blood, yet their mannerisms are so similar. Last summer we had trouble telling them apart in photographs and needed to look at their swimsuits to tell who was who. I study them closely trying to really know who they were...
by Diane W. Bailey | Nov 30, 2012 | Diane's Posts
It is 2:45 in the afternoon and I have been working for two days trying to prepare for out of town guests who will be arriving in about three hours. There is a lot I would still like to do, and at this very moment I am trying to cook a really great meal when I...