Category Archives: PYHO

Asking for Help & A Kick in the Ass {Pour Your Heart Out}

This morning I started my day by reading this, my heart broke, my blood boiled, my skin flushed  and  then I read this and my heart exploded with the knowledge that maybe someone out there understood me, maybe someone was somewhere feeling the way I was. For a small and undeniable moment I felt the…

Half of My Heart (Pour Your Heart Out)

    Earlier this year my mom and stepdad got into their car and spent the better part of May cruising down the east coast with states like North Carolina, South Carolina and Georgia in their sites. They had carefully planned their excursion, their eyes starry and wide open to the beginning of the third…

A Big Weepy, Messy Ball of Confusion (Pour Your Heart Out)

We came home from the beach; rested, tanned and a little glum. It’s never easy saying goodbye to the places that refresh your soul. The vacation was needed, for all us. It gave us family time: laughter time, lake time, holding-hands time. Staying-up-late and sleeping-in time, nothing –on- but- a- bathing-suit time all happening with…

I’m Proof That Ignorance is Bliss {Pour Your Heart Out}

Last month my sons graduated from Pre-K. Jacob the CLASS ACTOR, Giovanni the YOUNG MATHEMATICIAN Unless you follow me on social media sites, you probably didn’t know that because here in The Corner I am living in a constant state of denial about their age, about the fact that they are starting Kindergarten in a…

I Miss Talking To People {Pour Your Heart Out}

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…

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.  …

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