Babes In the Woods

Grimacing in pain, the sucking and smacking continued as she fed on my body.  She was my first.  I was sore and tired.  So very tired.

Inconsolable, her lusty cry wore on my nerves and tore at my heart.  I was tired.  So very, very tired.  Still crying, I placed her in her crib.

Turning, I walked down the hall and out the door. As the door swung shut, the source of my frustration was silenced. I was tired, so very tired.

We both, she and I, were just babes in the woods.


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Down in my basement, lined neatly on a shelf are handwritten notebooks chronicling my life. After years of writing, the experience became more of a burden then an important part of my day so I quit writing. Five years later I took up writing again. This time it was in the form of a blog which gave me a place to hang out after I lost my job. From there my blog content morphed into writing about my general contractor experience building our house. As my life experiences grew so did my blog.

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