
It Was a Monday
I am not sleeping, so I will write. Tonight (which is now yesterday) at dinner, Liam asked, “Do you know what today is?” and Jim and I looked at each… Read more It Was a Monday →
I am not sleeping, so I will write. Tonight (which is now yesterday) at dinner, Liam asked, “Do you know what today is?” and Jim and I looked at each… Read more It Was a Monday →
Liam requested chicken noodle soup for dinner. Liam doesn’t like soup. Liam came to dinner holding his stomach and didn’t eat his soup. Liam went to bed at 6:00 pm… Read more A lighter shade of pale, or when you’re glad it’s a virus →
I strongly believe every one’s happiness is his/her own responsibility. I can’t make anyone happy except myself, and no one can make me happy except me. I hold that standard… Read more It Can’t be Bought →
I’m going to come right out and say it – Mothers Day is not my favorite holiday. It has absolutely nothing to do with the holiday itself, and I don’t resent anyone else enjoying it. It’s just hard for me. Sorry, Mothers’ Day, it’s not you, it’s me and my insanely powerful memory. I remember the birth dates of most of my fifth grade classmates. Don’t ask me why; I don’t know. They just stick. I call it the Ken Jennings gene, and I’ve got it bad. I remember the… Read more Memories: Why I Can’t Love Mothers Day →
I just got home from Party City, where I fought back tears. All I bought was wrapping paper and napkins. Liam will be TEN tomorrow. My little boy isn’t having… Read more The Boy who Lived →
I sometimes digest medical news, or the absence of it, with the metabolism of a large snake. In the past eight days I’ve spoken with Liam’s cardiologist, my dermatologist, my… Read more Indigestion . . . choking on facts and possibly taxes →
I’m reposting this because it broke when I posted it the first time and I had comments that the link didn’t work – hope it works this time! Oh, and CHOP called to tell me they approved Liam’s visit, though we can expect about $250 worth of co-payments, I laugh in the face of co-payments. . . I laugh a lot. ——— Tonight between work and the kids’ appointments after work, I dropped three envelopes relating to Liam’s medical records off at the post office. One package went to Heart… Read more For the Record – reposted →
I had second thoughts about ever posting this. Jim and I talked about it. He agreed that it’s absolutely honest, but maybe too honest. We debated whether or not it… Read more Hope Snorts →