http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jennifer%20Lynch The original writings of author Jen Lynch en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776116586 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It’s 4:15am.  I am done with sifting through memories. The fact that I can’t think of one good thing tells me I am doing the right thing. I am giddy with excitement.  I am no longer sad about the past, but excited that I am actually going to do it this time.  I plan to g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifer-Lynch/774418/ Two days ago when I came home from the grocery store, I was quiet.  I said nothing.  When I thought the kids were asleep, I found him in his study, playing video games.  I told him that I was leaving and taking the kids.  He immediately woke them up, dragged them from their bed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifer-Lynch/774417/ The merry-go-round goes round and round.  A few years ago we had another baby and bought another house.  The new baby, Lily, is a perfect angel.  She is everything I had hoped she would be. When we found out it was another girl, he pouted for days and blamed me.  I was so sad b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifer-Lynch/774412/       My life is a merry-go-round.  I pass the same scenes every year.  There is no use recounting memories as separate entities anymore because they are one in the same.  The date on the calendar is different, but the scenes are the same.  In the summe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifer-Lynch/774411/  It’s that time of year again- end of winter, beginning of spring.  This is the worst time of year for us.  I used to think my life was good with a touch of bad.  With every year that passes, I am becoming more aware that it is bad with a touch of good. I continue to be f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifer-Lynch/774410/      “Yes, I would like a chicken nuggets happy meal with a milk and a small diet coke, please.” I yell into the speaker of McDonalds.  A crackle comes back with the total and a request to drive to the first window.   Lucy is strapped in her carseat a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifer-Lynch/774409/ As I come around the corner, I gasp at the sight of my daughter, just about two years old, perched on the edge of the sofa.  Cushions are piled on the floor and she is crouched down, leaning forward, ready to jump. “Lucy, What are you doing?” My voice is edgy and sharper than it s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifer-Lynch/774408/ “Are you ready?” It’s my father’s voice, and I know he is talking to me, but he sounds so far away.      “Are you ready?” He asks again. I turn around to look at him.  He looks very handsome in his tuxedo.  I have always thou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifer-Lynch/774405/ A collection of memories chronicling a stay-at-home mother's struggle in an abusive relationship. *mature language. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifer-Lynch/774399/ This is the start of a book about a couple struggling to have a baby while balancing their faith and modern medicine. The book explores faith, loss and family. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifer-Lynch/774396/ A collection of memories over time documenting the journey of a stay-at-home mother in an abusive relationship. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifer-Lynch/773844/