
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 →
I hereby declare that this is the last time I will ever write about Shaun White. Why? Because I’m over it. I’m over him. I’m done with this topic, and… Read more Moving on . . . or I’m SO over Shaun White →
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 →
Lately, I’ve been feeling low. The past seven months have been a journey to heal myself, and I hit a crossroads recently where the skills I’ve learned were tested and… Read more The Gifts of Perspective and Purpose →
I stole and spun the title of this post from a book of short stories and a story within said book titled, “What we Talk About When We Talk About… Read more What We Talk About When We Talk About Shaun White . . . A Postscript →
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 →