by Diane W. Bailey | Dec 10, 2012 | Diane's Posts
The sugar white sand is warm beneath the umbrella on Alabama’s Gulf Shore, and our summer vacation is in full swing with this blended group we call family. Doc and I, we are working our brains constantly to come up with ways to bond, and create good memories of all,...
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 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 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...