Non-fiction – Page 3

byanniemd007
Sep 17,22
Annie whole life, childhood trauma, Hypnosis, Middle Aged Women, neglect, Ouija Board, Plus Size Plastic Surgery, PTSD

No Ouija Boards Allowed 🖤

In middle school, I had a real best friend. One I chose for myself, and one that chose me right back. I don’t even remember the first day I met Sara. I hope she does. We were always together. Package deal for two whole years. We had RT bus passes…

byanniemd007
Sep 14,22
Annie whole life, College Visits, Empty Nest, Love, Middle Aged Women, Motherhood, Nurse

Not Yet Goodbye

Today was a long day. I set my alarm for 0700 so we could leave by 0730, which is the time Cassidy thought would be best to get us to Cal Poly SLO in time, considering move-in traffic, for her 0830 time slot. She is the orchestrator. We follow her…

byanniemd007
Sep 11,22
Annie whole life, Babies, childhood trauma, College Visits, Empty Nest, Loss, Love, Married Life, Middle Aged Women, Motherhood, Plus Size Plastic Surgery

Puerto Backyarda

I guess I’m predictable. Sometimes, anyway. I’m all in my feelings about taking my baby girl to college at Cal Poly SLO in two days. Two more sleeps with us. One more sleep in her own bed in her own room. Then one night in a hotel in Pismo Beach,…

byanniemd007
Sep 06,22
Annie whole life, Middle Aged Women, Motherhood, neglect, Rafting

Riding the Rapids 🖤

My friend, Jen, gave me an icy cold Squirt in a can, yesterday. I haven’t had a Squirt in years. Like I can’t remember when. It was so good, especially in this 111 degree heat. Squirt reminds me of my childhood, which I seem to have been avoiding. My dad…

byanniemd007
Aug 15,22
Annie whole life, childhood trauma, Love, Middle Aged Women, Motherhood, Plus Size Plastic Surgery, PTSD

Dill Chicken 🖤

It must have been 7th grade when we lived on 45th Street in East Sac. Not 45th and J. Not even 45th and H. More like 45th and F, if you know what I mean. Not the Lady Bird street. It was Doc’s house. He was nice enough, unless I…

byanniemd007
Aug 02,22
abandonment, Annie whole life, childhood trauma, Grief, Love, Middle Aged Women, Motherhood, neglect, PTSD

Jack-In-the-Crack 🖤

I don’t know where to begin. Definitely not in Times New Roman. Not Arial. Maybe Book Antiqua. For sure not Comic Sans. I have always written things. My thoughts, my memories, my joy, my sorrow. You name it. Just not term papers. Never quite lived up to my “academic potential”…