• Whiskey on the Rocks

    Back in the day, before the baby and husband, I had a certain routine to writing.  Most likely, I was sad or mad  about something (usually boy related), I’d listen to my music, something emotional, and I’d pour a glass of whiskey.  I’d drink until I was ready to write, and then, I’d pour it out (the feelings, not the whiskey.)  Song lyrics were my personal favorite expression of myself… I could be as vague as possible, and only I would know who I was really speaking to or about.   And back then, it was just me, so I didn’t care if whatever boy it was became butt-hurt that…

  • Picket Fences & Sunflowers

    Marriage is hard.   Before we got married, we attended Catholic couples classes as required by the church.  It was, awkward, to say the least.  We met with an older couple once a week for about 3 months, and had to discuss personal & intimate details of our lives.  We had to discuss things we had never even brought up to each other.  Back then, my relationship with God and religion was much different, and I just couldn’t see the messages our sponsor couple was telling us.  They brought up a scenario in which one of us may lose our job and asked us about our financials.  I was so…

  • An Expert of All

    Any mom needs to be a master of everything… it isn’t just special needs moms.   For three months, I was an expert on breast milk and pumping.  About four months ago, I became a professional level sleep trainer of toddlers.  I can make my own organic baby food, and I know every single nuance of Disney’s Moana. Yep, mom-life has me feeling like Hei Hei on the daily.   But special needs moms, well, we gain a few extra “skills.”  I can draw you a semi-accurate picture of my daughter’s heart & explain her three defects in detail.  I consider myself well-versed in genetics compared to the average housewife…

  • Strawberry Milk

    I don’t even know where to start.   On Sunday, Georgia turned 18 months old, and I was beyond ecstatic.  We have worked so hard to get to this point, between therapy 3x a week, to millions of doctor’s visits and tests and sleepless nights. Monday was going to be the beginning of a renewed start.  I woke up early, and fed Georgia breakfast.  We got to our physical therapy appointment on time, and we were with our regularly scheduled therapist.  I was ready, therefore Georgia was ready, right? Wrong.  The appointment felt like a big disappointment.  Georgia wouldn’t participate.  She cried non-stop, only giving reprieve when I would put…

  • About me.

    Let’s start with the introductions. My name is Kimberly Minor (hence the title) & I am the stepmother of three boys, the mother of a special needs daughter, and the wife of an amazing man who works his butt off so I can stay at home and take care of our children. I wasn’t always the stay-at-home, housewife, mom-life kind of person.  I graduated from the University of Georgia after getting in on a scholarship because of my great grades.  I received my Bachelors in English, with a concentration in pre-law.  I had dreams of becoming a song writer and a lawyer, while meeting the love of my life, getting…