by Diane W. Bailey | Dec 7, 2012 | Diane's Posts
We are a family with a history, some wonderful and some not so wonderful. We are a stepfamily trying to become a real family. Sometimes I can identify with Pinocchio wanting to be a real live boy, because I want – we want, to be a real live family. Sometimes we do...
by Diane W. Bailey | Dec 6, 2012 | Diane's Posts
She talks and talks and talks. She can talk for thirty minutes straight and never take a breath. My head is spinning and I want to put duct-tape over her mouth for just a few minutes and give my head a break. I need just a few minutes with my own thoughts so that I...
by Diane W. Bailey | Dec 5, 2012 | Diane's Posts
Suppertime is a stressful time for me in this stepfamily. Before we became a stepfamily, I was considered a reasonably good cook by my children, but these new children, they don’t like much at all. Everything I serve them is discussed and suggestions made about how...
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...