Posts tagged "Life"

Naperville Marathon Results: I won

Naperville Marathon Results: I won
On Sunday, I ran my first marathon, and it was awful. It was awful and amazing, frustrating and exhilarating. It was one thousand times worse than all of my training runs, even the 18 and 20 mile ones.re I puked twice before reaching mile 10. Around mile 14, I was convinced I was indeed going... Read more »

Divorce Healing: Weeding Out Self Doubt

Divorce Healing: Weeding Out Self Doubt
Weeds invade my garden at an alarming rate. Weeds wind around the necks of delicate flowers, choking them, strangling them. They wilt and die. I briefly mourn their loss while realizing it’s better if they are gone. I don’t have the time nor the energy for weakness right now. My gardens have always had weeds.... Read more »

Surprise! It's A Boy!

Surprise! It's A Boy!
by Brandi Lee, Parenting Without A Parachute Contributor I was convinced that my first child was a girl. I decorated the nursery in a gender neutral farm set; little lambs and cows and baby chicks eagerly awaited her arrival. My friends and family dutifully purchased all of the green and yellow items on my registry... Read more »
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A Mother's Day Tribute from Parenting Without A Parachute

Elizabeth - My mother taught me to get my hands dirty, that no job was ever beneath me. She encouraged me to try new things, like liquid eyeliner. She always expected a kiss goodnight and now that I’m a mother, I see how important that last goodbye is to close out the day. I remember that I often wanted my mama and knew in her arms I was safe and loved.   My mother is brave and kind. She’s patient and thoughtful. She remembers the little things and is not afraid of getting her hands dirty. No job is beneath her. She’s cleaned everything from spilled juice to tossed cookies and she will always be my mama.
Sometimes a picture can do that which words cannot. A picture can capture a moment, explain a feeling, convey an emotion. All of the Parenting Without A Parachute writers would like to convey our gratitude to those amazing women warriors who came before us, who nurtured us and who loved us during those times when... Read more »

All I want for Christmas is my sister

All I want for Christmas is my sister
I haven’t seen my sister in almost a decade. In fact, it has been so many years since I last saw her that I’m not certain she has met my 9 year old son. I wish I would’ve known the last time I saw her, that it was going to be the last time I... Read more »

Seven Deadly Sins: Lust - "Lust is Difficult to Control at Dinnertime"

Seven Deadly Sins: Lust - "Lust is Difficult to Control at Dinnertime"
Lust enters me when I least expect it. It tests my patience and tempts me to do the unacceptable. Lust makes my skin tingle and my body ache. I’ve tried to fight it, to push my insatiable desire out of my mind. But then an ad appears on my computer screen. I fight the urge... Read more »
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My Pregnancy Anthem

My Pregnancy Anthem
Music has always been an outlet for me emotionally, not because I make or play music, but because I feel like some music speaks to me in any given mood. When I was a teenager and discovered “Emo Music” was “a thing” I about lost my mind. “Finally!!” I thought, “Music that ‘gets’ me! It’s... Read more »

Mom's Halloween Costume: Is it Time to Retire the Fishnets?

Mom's Halloween Costume: Is it Time to Retire the Fishnets?
I am a 35 year old mother of 3 children, and I need a Halloween costume. As much as I would love to wear those tiny shrink-wrapped costumes made from less fabric than my swimsuit, I won’t. The days of slutty nurse, slutty vampire whore, slutty cheerleader and, yes, even slutty pumpkin have passed me... Read more »

Honey, Put A Baby In Me!

Honey, Put A Baby In Me!
Months ago, my womb was an insatiable beast. Whenever I saw a pregnant woman, a stroller or even a tiny little foot sticking out of an infant carrier, my uterus squeezed and clenched, reminding me that it was still there and ready to work again. The sight of a baby sock brought tears to my... Read more »
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Miscarriage: The Dirty M Word

Miscarriage: The Dirty M Word
By Brandi Lee I sat down to write this month’s post with a head full of steam. My oldest was in school, my youngest was napping peacefully, and I had brewed a fresh pumpkin spice K-Cup. My ideas had been brewing for a couple of weeks, years really, since I decided to write about one... Read more »