Tag Archives: writing

I really don’t care for the name Sandra. [Sorry, Dad. I know you chose it.] My whole life I have secretly wished my name was Samantha. I should have made that my online identity from the start. Regrets…   p.s.— … Continue reading →

I wrote about my daughter for D so I should write about my son, too. I’m not waiting for S, though. I have, like, twelve ideas for S. Besides, both of my kids’ names start with M. It wasn’t intentional, … Continue reading →

When I was a kid, Mom used to take us to this lake in Rhode Island. [I do remember the name of said lake but I’m not going to mention it because I don’t want anyone to stalk me. I … Continue reading →

Kiwis are delicious. I don’t know why I don’t buy them more often. I’m going shopping.   p.s.— I also love bananas.  ©2019 what sandra thinks

I was just thinking… Does everyone have pet words? I do and I hate them. Maybe I shouldn’t use the term ‘pet words‘ because generally, people like their pets. But I do not like my pet words. Mine are all … Continue reading →

Here’s more shame, humiliation, embarrassment, and loneliness. And I think this one is even longer than part one. Sorry, loves. … continued from here … I guess on some level, there is love between my husband and me. But I … Continue reading →

I fought with myself over this post. It’s hard for me to talk about this because it upsets me so much. But keeping it all inside is no different. It’s still there… making me feel shame, humiliation, embarrassment, and loneliness. … Continue reading →

Deep blue eyes. Thanks, Dad. Excessive worrying. Thanks, Mom. Hmm… and Dad. Dark circles under my eyes. Thanks, Dad. Deep love for coffee. Thanks, Mom and Dad. Late night cravings for potato chips. Thanks, Mom. Love of all things cheese. … Continue reading →