I am a liar and I have been one for many, many years. Even worse, I have no shame and no regrets about how much of a liar I am. On April 1, 1980, my father died. He had been sick for a very long time and died from leukemia. I was four years and… Continue reading Liar Liar
Daughter has spent the last weeks preparing for her very first high school social event- homecoming. She’s shopped for a dress, talked makeup and hair, been all abuzz with her friends about how they’ll get to the dance and who they’ll hang out with. She did the parade and danced alongside the float for her… Continue reading What is happening to us?
I have been trying for almost two months to find the words to express how I have been feeling about moving my mother into an assisted living facility. I’ve been failing. I have not had to make any of the hard decisions in this process. I have not been responsible for anything, really. There are… Continue reading Can’t find the words
Despite really wanting to keep up with blogging, I’ve not been writing as much as I’d like. I could say I’m busy, I could say it’s too hard on me emotionally, but really it’s because I’ve not had a lot to say and I’m a bit lazy. Something came up yesterday, though, that I’ve been… Continue reading The best is the worst
It’s no secret that Daughter is completely amazing. I always try to tell people that I don’t think that just because I’m her mom. I’m a teacher, too, so I know a heck of a lot of kids. Daughter is a special person, way down deep in her soul. She sees things in people that… Continue reading The end of the universe
I took some big steps yesterday. Husband let me tag along on some errands after we voted, and I conquered a few fears. It was my first foray into public as a “flat” person, and I was pretty nervous. I was less self-conscious than I expected to be when we were in shops and generally… Continue reading Moving forward
Yesterday, Husband, (to a lesser extent) Daughter, and I did some serious work in making her bedroom more grown up, more tween-ish, as well as simply more comfortable. She had a high loft bed with a desk and book shelves underneath which served her well for two years, but she was not hitting her head… Continue reading I got my wish
As you know from my cover letter that I wish I could write, it’s application season. My actual cover letter needed help, so I turned to one of my best friends ever for it. He and I got on the phone- yes, a real phone call, I do that with him- and began the work… Continue reading Friemily
When you’re first diagnosed with breast cancer and you share the news with your family and friends, people tell you some pretty specific things. They tell you that you’ll beat this thing. You are a warrior. You’re strong. You’ve got this. Then, when there aren’t any more cancer cells in your body, they congratulate you… Continue reading The middle of the war
As has been happening with a relatively alarming frequency lately, things with Daughter are quite a challenge. She is going through quite a lot, I know, and it is expected that she would have some adverse reactions. Being nine when your mom goes through breast cancer has to be hard, and her frustration is… Continue reading My heart
Elephants in the Room 