Pivot.
Leading up to our BIG MOVE to Portugal, with all the unknowns, I did what any anxiety-prone, organizationally obsessed person would do. I...
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Writings
Micah M Rodrigues
- Oct 18, 2022
This body.
This body. This body is a shell of what it used to be. A plump, dimpled shell. Once angled and wrinkle-free, my face perched atop a...
Micah M Rodrigues
- Sep 25, 2022
The Calling.
I’m being called. And not by my kids (at least this time). But rather something greater. Something that gives me butterflies to think...
Micah M Rodrigues
- Sep 5, 2022
The Nosebleed.
Last night Sam had a nosebleed at 3 am. It is not the first time he has had a nosebleed in the middle of the night, but it is the first...
Micah M Rodrigues
- Aug 21, 2022
THE Trip.
This trip feels different, is different. This is the last trip before we move there next summer. Before we actually live there.
Micah M Rodrigues
- Aug 15, 2022
Indoorsy.
It's strange how easily we can convince ourselves of who we are, or more importantly, who we aren't. Many years ago, for one reason or...
Micah M Rodrigues
- Mar 2, 2019
It was hard.
The last few days have been hard. I have laid on the couch, had a bath and binge-watched my favourite shows, slept and read. I know what...
Micah M Rodrigues
- Mar 18, 2018
Princess.
It always seems that the pendulum swings too far one way and then the next. Pretty, beautiful and princess have become “bad words,” and...
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