Yesterday, I ended up without having any kids at home unexpectedly. Mim and Dolly were having dinner with their dad. I got in bed to avoid the dogs needing me out in the living room. I may have brought with me the second half of a box of Girl Scout cookies- Samoas. I spent an […]More
Martee Rodi - Momoirist
My heart is on my sleeve. I am a mom of 6 (ages 10-21). I teach special ed kindergarten and first grade In Atlanta, GA. I wear two loopy ponytails. One of my talents is making nothing look like something. Here I go- my first blog.
The flu. Day ? (I shake my head at my own cluelessness.) Mim has the flu, too. The flu has reduced me to the basest levels of humanity. I am recounting all the things I have ever done wrong. Lately. My friend and I meet up for sushi with our girls. My friend has cancer. […]More
I submitted this to my writing class. The students and teacher will provide feedback on Wednesday night. It is nerve wracking and terrifying. And essential. I still dream of writing my memoir and becoming a published author. I feel a wave of worthlessness wash over me, as I write this intro. How could I possibly […]More
This is the obituary that I wrote for my Dad a year ago today. I miss him. Leigh Melvin Bullen died peacefully at sunset in his home. On January 28th, 2019 with his wife Patty right beside him, he quietly stopped breathing. The passing was gentle and without pain but it is clear to all […]More
I am at a writer’s conference and Sean Dietrich “Sean of the South” my writing hero is here speaking. He writes everyday. For hours and edits his stuff 40-50 times. Oh Gawwud- I have A LOT to learn. He joked about Southerners pronouncing one syllable words with up to six syllables, especially if it’s mama […]More