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I’m Angela and I’m so glad you have stopped by to wander around my site. I wanted to create a safe place for all parents to find kinship and laughter through stories and moments they can relate to. But I also wanted to help remind everyone that through the years of taking care of our children, it’s still important to be childlike ourselves and stay in the moment without always worrying about all the many responsibilities adulting brings.
Latest blogs are posted below, but explore the rest of the website for so many other reads. Check out the newest addition - Creative Stories. I've begun to finally share the short story writing that I've done over the years. Fiction writing has been my passion since childhood, but I spent time in University taking writing courses that helped me with Non-Fiction storytelling that I wanted to also share. I can't wait to hear what you think!
Growing up, I always had a passion for reading and writing. I began with poetry, then evolved into writing chapters of a fiction novel I would never finish. Reading books were my escape into another time and place. It fostered my imagination and creativity when I wrote stories of my own. I was always stuck in the pages, floating away with words.
When I had children, I always read to them. I would rock them to sleep singing a lullaby or telling them a story. My kids still have their favourite books tucked away, even though they are faded and falling apart at the seams. Reading together was the time we spent as a family. I would watch them gaze at the pictures and I could see their tiny faces wander through all the emotions a book can stir up. Because I made reading seem like every day practice, it simply created a love in my children too. All four of them read still every night. It is part of our bedtime routine even today and they are 9-12 years old.
Reading has no limits. Stories are ripe for the taking. Of all the things I taught my children that were good, reading was the most important. They get lost in the pages... and it reminds me of the days when we would all curl up to hear the story of...
An Oxymoron Life of Organized Chaos
The ache to freeze time in its tracks is constant. A pause button would be ideal. If only I could just take a few minutes to write down the silly shinanigans that make my world go ‘round. My biggest fear is forgetting.
So many times since becoming a mom, I have wished for the tick of time to halt so I could write down my thoughts and feelings when I first experience them. We all swear that even the life changing events will never be forgot, but it doesn’t take long before details blur and recall memory gets weak.
I am that mom that other people point and roll their eyes at. You know the kind; those moms who carry an SLR and video camera around her neck and over her shoulders to every big or small life event. I am the mom who desperately tries to capture any and all perfect moments that may take place. Problem is, sometimes I feel I’m so busy catching my children in the lense that I actually miss out on enjoying the sandcastle creation or the bubble bath fiasco. I tell myself that one day when my children are all grown up that I can look back on all those captured moments and laugh, cry, and experience it all over again. But is it enough?
I am not unique in my ‘pause button’ pursuit, but with four children born to me in 37 months, there is definite merit to my ‘lack of time’ excuse. My first daughter, Madelyn was born on May 24, 2008, missing my own birthday by just an hour. Only 15 months later on August 27, 2009 my set of fraternal twins, Emily and Carter arrived. On July 2, 2011 my last and incidentally, unplanned baby, boy Cole graced us with his presence. Two boys and two girls make up our family of six.
And so four years have flown by since my adventure in motherhood began. To say our household has been chaotic is in essence the truth, but it’s lacking in real clarification. So out of recent reflection emerges a truth of substance. Our life has become an oxymoron of organized chaos.
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He’s watching me, waiting for that perfect moment, but those perfect moments don’t exist. I peek at him again from over the top of the funnies section. My mother sits innocently across from me, eating her toast. I know something is on his mind and I wish he would just spill it. My dad clears his…
It wasn’t the sun so much as the humidity that made her uncomfortable. Little droplets of fresh sweat formed above her brow but she didn’t bother to wipe them away. She sipped her homemade strawberry concoction out of the plastic, neon-orange cup her daughter loved. She had splashed some vodka in the blender just to…
His sad, mocha-brown eyes say it all. Don’t leave me here, Momma! He will never forgive me. It won’t matter that he ‘s only eleven months old; he will remember everything. When he turns sixteen, all the hurtful feelings of desertion will crawl back into his heart. He will lash out at me when I…
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Forgive the cliché, but a little birdy once told me that if I stopped to smell the roses once in awhile, I would recognize significance in the most random events. So one day it happened that I was out for a stroll, when the wild cries of a Killdeer caught my attention. Set the scene…
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