I miss talking to people. That sounds a bit selfish and (quite frankly) dumb doesn’t it, since for many of us it feels like that’s all we do? But I do. Or since I’m a mom, you’re probably thinking that I’m referring to the phenomenon that takes place once you have children. You know that…
Category Archives: PYHO
What the Boy Who Lived is Teaching My Sons about the Boy Who Didn’t {Pour Your Heart Out}
I worried at first. I wondered what their little minds would take in, I wondered if they were too young, if there would be too many questions I wasn’t ready to answer, I thought about just saying no. Then I considered what other parents would say, what they would think about my decision. At an…
How I Tell My Story {Pour Your Heart Out}
My voice. Everyone is busy searching for their voice right now, pouring over their words, choosing the ones that said something this year and hoping that they spoke to the heart of their audience. I did it too; I took a journey through my words and realized that my voice was missing. From the…
Five is Fabulous (Yep I was surprised by it too)
It’s no secret. For me: One was Overwhelming. Two was Terrible. Three was Torture. ( I often (& loudly) exclaimed that I wasn’t sure all 4 of us would make it to 4) Four was Frustrating. You’d think for all the time I waited, prayed and hoped to be granted the moniker of “Mommy” I…
I Love You Just the Way You Are (Pour Your Heart Out)
Unless you’re new around these parts, you know that my son Jacob loves to dress up. As Santa. As Scrooge. As Willy Wonka. As Harry Potter. It’s so much a part of him, that I hardly pay attention anymore. It’s…
Please Don’t Forget Me
Please don’t forget… The first time we said Hello. Don’t forget the sound of my voice Or the way my smile would make you smile too. Please don’t forget… The smell of my skin, the twinkle in my eyes The feeling of my hand in yours. Remember me wrapped up in your arms. …
Velvet Verbosity/Trifecta/PYHO: Suppressed Solstice
Autumn is all gold, pumpkin and scarlet floating on the wind, rushing toward the ground, concealing the familiar paths. My voice has begun a reluctant hibernation. Words resemble a maze of stilted, jagged thoughts that never find their way to paper. While I have so much to say that I tremble under the weight of…
Pour My Heart Out: My Cocktail Comeback
Booze. Alcohol The Sauce. A couple of Cocktails. The Hooch (What? It isn’t 1993?) I stopped drinking in October of 2003. Married only a few months and desperately wanting to get pregnant, I gave up the liquid libations that had been a true friend to me from the time I was old enough to…
Pour My Heart Out: Waiting: The LTYM Audition
“You wait here.” I said letting go of one small hand while extending the other to a smile that called my name and invited me in. The Waiting. I am used to it. It has become a part of my physical makeup like my eye color or the way my hair falls to one…
Pour Your Heart Out: Running Away with My Heart
I have watched you for years now, moving from my arms to my lap and finally you climb down and you… RUN Your backs to me, toward your future, toward the dreams I have for you. RUN Together your screams of delight peppering the air above you and around me RUN until you collapse back into…
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I'm Kir (short for Kirsten.)
I'm a wife, a mommy to twins (Giovanni & Jacob) , an infertility survivor and a Writer.
This blog is a colorful mixture of fiction and pages from my life. I'm really just a worker bee who dreams of people reading my words and building a supportive community.
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