Gratitude – Page 2 – Poly Nirvana

~Strange~

Tomorrow morning is our monthly poly potluck. It’s a community thing, and it ranges from a handful of people, to around twenty people, depending on the month. I don’t always attend, as I generally work Sunday nights, and I like to be home with the kids and then I sleep in the afternoon. This monthContinue reading “~Strange~”

~Touch~

I named him Leo, after Leo McGarry from West Wing. He was born ten days before I started nursing school, and he’s an enthusiastic, energetic, creative, affectionate and loving kid. This sucks. I’d like to say, all’s well that ends well, but right now even my bones are exhausted, and Leo just told meContinue reading “~Touch~”

~Forward~

I’m really excited about a lot of things. I’m also nervous, because I’ve decided to take some risks which put the possibility of failure on my figurative, full to overflowing, plate . Still, it’s a fantastic feeling to have plans and ideas to look ahead to. I’ve cut one shift every other week at theContinue reading “~Forward~”

~Uno~

Special Man Friend and his wife came for cards and pizza. It was the first time CC met my children. I cleaned my kitchen and sent one of the boys to pick up pizza. I was really nervous. When I came out to my kids as poly, I was genuinely surprised at the neutrality of theirContinue reading “~Uno~”

~Year~

One year ago today, I posted my first writing on Poly Nirvana, titled “Perfect Poly”. I actually had written it a year before that, out of frustration with the larger poly community and this feeling of not fitting in anywhere; of not being evolved enough to feel true compersion, or mature enough to not everContinue reading “~Year~”

~Grateful~

If you blog about poly, you are an activist. Some of you know this already. Some of you are thinking, “I’m just writing about my life. I’m not an activist. Why would anyone want to be an activist?” I don’t know if anyone wakes up one morning and decides to be an activist. I don’tContinue reading “~Grateful~”

~Not~

Today is not my birthday. But it is the day I gave birth to a small child, fourteen years ago. I called him my angel baby from the beginning. He had such a soft and shiny way about him. Now I look at him and my heart worries. He is still soft and shines bright.Continue reading “~Not~”

~Much~

I should be asleep. The house is dreadfully quiet. The children have gone to my mother’s for a Thanksgiving meal, and I have been left alone to sleep. I got home from work this morning at 8am, and I’ll leave for another shift a little after 6pm. But I can’t sleep. I’ve had an amazingContinue reading “~Much~”