Muchier and Truthier

In the beginning of the year, I felt stronger. I might have had some goals and some purpose. My fellow bloggers did too. They were all picking out their words for the year and saying how they missed themselves. How they wanted to feel muchier and more truthful. Truthier. I can totally get with that as I don’t even remember the path that I may have strayed from. I have blogging amnesia. So without further adieu, I give you myself and my blog’s purpose and progress as I see it.

My name is Shalagh and I have written this blog for three years. I began this because I needed to practice my writing. It was lonely and full of doubts at first. Then I found my voice. And I kept using it. I am not as published as I’d like in alternates spaces but I have found people online and made connections I never knew were possible. And if I asked them, they’d help me. I just tend to ask the wrong things of the wrong people and see the imminent demise of my effort as a character flaw in myself.

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I discovered I am both verbal and visual and in need of expressing and balancing both. Where I began here with all words, I then included pictures more and more. Now I am focusing on a balance of the two. A reformatting of the site has been long overdue but I am still looking for definition and branding for what my “thing” is.It may be apparent to everyone but me I fear.

I used to be funny and then I got serious and now I like to be both. My need to always be different makes it difficult for me to do what everyone else is doing and just fit in. I used to love to cuss, at least in person and I find its gratuitous usage in print annoying, but I am finding it hard to contain myself recently with the chaos that’s the onset of toddlerhood. I am a personal essayist who need to get myself published.

I keep looking for that grand master plan that will allow me to see the purpose of my life and direction I need to be headed. But I can tell you that may be a ruse. That I tend to make it harder than it should be is something I’m meditating on now. That I am very much who I am and still have yet to meet her, that is the muchier and truthier part of the story.

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And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.



Blue Huesday

Know me well and know, I’m A Green Girl. I don’t really do blue. Except my son’s eyes are blue so I guess I did do his sky eye colored blue. The only other exception is the aqua that became so popular and still pops in here and there. But otherwise, I don’t do blue. Except judging by these pictures, I do some blue by default.
Blue swing  on Blue Huesday on

Fiona at the beach from Blue Huesday on

Eamon on Cox Creek from from Blue Huesday on

Watching a puppet show in Chestertown from Blue Huesday on

David and David casette tape from Blue Huesday on

Sycamore bark on sheet from Blue Huesday on

living room couch in blue from Blue Huesday on

De Soto in Denton on Blue Huesday on

Under the thunderdome on Blue Huesday on

Si truck on Blue Huesday on


The church next door from Blue Huesday on

Fiber arts building in Denton, Md od Blue Huesday on

Campaign sign  from Blue Huesday on

paper chandeliers from Blue Huesday on

Shots day from Blue Huesday on

Halloween house from Blue Huesday on

odd sky from Blue Huesday on


Toddlerhood Has Begun…Sigh

The indoor toddler games have begun. Those moments when she is torn between really wanting to have what she wants by any means and wanting me to keep her from it. And all the hell that lies in between. They’re happening. Now.

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Fiona just turned 19 months. She’s just a happy little climbing jabbering girl. And yesterday, she slapped me across the face while I was trying to change her. She’s begun her career of sitting in the thinking chair, also known as the Fixing Chair, with a bang. “No hitting Mommy.”

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I think, here we go again. Because this is the phase where the battle is never pretty, no one ever wins outright, and you come out feeling like such a beaten up Loser Mommy on the other side. Until you forget all about it for a little while, again.

Yes, you have mentioned to me, why in the world would you want to have another baby? Especially at 48 years old? Because the result is worth it. Remember? You have someone you love entirely too much and you have become humbled and bettered by in ways you never dreamed of. But when you are suddenly faced with a demon child screaming in a conflicted brain lock over ceasing and desisting the activity she was enjoying that you say is forbidden, everyone will be losing. For days on end.

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So here we go again into the jungle of toddlerhood. I will be cruising the library soon to arm myself with those wonderful books that felt so smart and supportive last time around. The No-Cry Discipline Solution has the dumbest name and was the best book for a multitude of alternate creative ways to avoid the head to head moments with the toddlers/children. “Gentle Ways to Encourage Good Behavior Without Whining, Tantrums, and Tears”. And Mama Rock’s Rules. Chris Rock’s mom wrote a what to do and not to do biography of parenting that was brilliant especially for raising teenagers. All her children are successful. She must be so proud.

Stay tuned for the continuing saga of Mama vs. the very scary toddler. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. But maybe by not as much as you’d hoped it would.


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