Grace Olson
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What a Girl Goes Through
I look at you and I don’t want to. I look at you and my eyes water with regret. I look at you and my mind clouds with anger and bitterness. I just want to yell louder and louder. Loud enough to knock the pictures off the wall. Loud enough to make you cower and shrink. Loud enough to see the regret in your eyes. The fear. If I yell loud enough the things I’ve been trying to tell you might make it past your thick skull and your closed ears. If I yell loud enough the thoughts will leave my mind and haunt you instead. If I yell loud enough I might scare you. That’s what I want.
By Grace Olson3 months ago in Confessions
Ramblings of a Stay at Home Mom
I feel good today. Like I’ve got some sort of idea what I want today to be like. I want to clean and I want to bake and I want to give her solids. I don’t think I’ll clean, I definitely won’t bake, but I’ll do my best to give her the opportunity to explore food. I’m stuck on this couch because at 6 months old she still only naps on me. I’m trying to be okay with it, to see it as a success instead of a shortcoming. Trying to soak it in because it will only be a short season and I know I’ll come to miss it. But it’s so hard to get anything done and feel any sort of productive when all I can do is sit on this couch and rot here. Then she’s awake and she can only entertain herself for 10 minutes at a time. I just can’t even fathom the hours I’ll have to myself when she doesn’t need me anymore. Will it be a relief? Or will it become something I miss?
By Grace Olson3 months ago in Confessions
Her
I had never seen such fire before. It was splattered all over her body; her fierce eyes and the way that they looked right through me. Her crooked smile that somehow compliments her straight teeth. Her restless hands and her tapping feet. The passion of her voice was infectious, and it always made me smile. I didn't care how loud she was, all I could think about was what her face would feel like in my hands. She could never know how much she truly meant to me.
By Grace Olson5 years ago in Fiction
