Birthday Happiness

Good morning, lovelies! So, I’ve felt incredibly honored twice this week and just wanted to share with you all how touched I am that two amazing bloggers have shared two of my poems this week.

First, on Saturday, I submitted a poem for publication based off of a prompt for the movie “Funny Girl.” To my delight, it was published!! You can see that one here on this beautiful blog: https://braveandrecklessblog.com/2020/01/18/funny-girl-rose-j-fairchild/

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Simple Pleasures

The thrill of climbing a steep hill, scrabbling over ledges, and eventually reaching a lookout where you have an incredible view is the only “high” I have ever needed.

My husband and I had a day with just the two of us courtesy of his parents entertaining our kids and keeping them for a sleepover. We got to spend some rare quality time together and it was glorious!

The last time we had a date night I ended up with the stomach bug. I was glad the kids weren’t there for it, but it sort of ruined any date potential. 😂

This time though was wonderful! We watched a movie, went out to dinner, had a beautiful hike, I made breakfast in the morning and I even slept for a change! Glorious!! But I think most importantly, we laughed together. His sense of humor has always been one of the things I love most about him. He’s the best! And so are my in-laws for giving us these amazing opportunities to just enjoy each other.

I was even inspired to finally jump back into my Beauty and the Beast retelling, “The Rose.” I have seven chapters done and almost 50 pages. I did a fair amount of proofreading and editing just to get myself back into the flow of the story and hope to at least begin chapter 8 tonight.

It’s amazing how nature and time with loved ones can lift us so high and inspire us in magical ways. I hope you all get some quality outside and together time with your loved ones in the near future as well!


A Gift of Beauty

Sometimes I look at myself and lament the fact that I’m not as beautiful as I was before having kids. Exhaustion and constant running around take a heavy toll on this momma. Not to mention I make it worse because I stay up too late attempting to clean up, prep, and find a little “me time.”

But today as I looked at myself and felt that doubt, that hint of disappointment, I realized something. I’m not less beautiful. Not really. It’s not that I lost something. It was simply transferred.

Every mother knows nothing is more beautiful than her own child. So the way I see it, the beauty I felt I had lost has been gifted to my children. They fairly glow with love and light and I’m happy to know that some of that came from me. The rest is a gift from my amazing husband and the genes of our ancestors.

I hope everyone has a fabulous day, and mommas, (and poppas) remember to love yourself because you’ve made your life and the world more beautiful.

Short Stories

Into the Abyss

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“Water swish, and swirl, and play. Wash my troubles all away.”

Since I was very small, something about the water always called to me. No matter what mood I was in, water seemed to complete me. When I was sad or angry, the burbling song of a stream could soothe my upset. Or the glassy surface of a lake could be the perfect place to take a good, hard look at myself and see despite whatever anxieties loomed, that physically, I was still just me.

When I was seven years old, I made up a little rhyme that I said every time I carried my troubles with me to the water.

“Water swish, and swirl, and play. Wash my troubles all away.”

I’d chant it a few times while looking into the water and lose myself in the eddies shifting below the surface. I was a troubled child in a home that was lacking in love, so I said it a lot.

My favorite place to go was a river about ten minutes’ walk from home. It was deep and wide, and I imagined there were all sorts of fantastical creatures living in it, especially the place where I most loved to hide out.

The river there widened out into a pool and was surrounded by huge rocks that jutted out over the water, creating small caves beneath them. Once, when I was twelve years old, I saw a large trout peering out at me from one of them. I was both riveted and horrified by its otherworldly presence. It seemed to be watching me. Studying me. And it unsettled me.

Before I left there that day, I was sure that out of the corner of my eye, I saw a person swimming in the water. In my periphery, she appeared to have brown skin and I thought I saw splotches of green adorning it. When I turned to get a better look, no one was there and I realized I must have imagined it, the fish sighting setting my imagination into overdrive.

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