I am an over-sharer. You know that by now. I put a lot of my deepest, darkest thoughts and moments on the internet. Why? For me it’s therapy. Also, I want to have some random rich person discover my blog and decide to give me a book deal which will pay for Daughter’s college and… Continue reading No shame
I apologize. A lot. It’s one of those things that is apparently very common among women, especially those of my generation, it seems. Even more so of those with anxiety. I’m told all the time that I need to stop or that it’s not necessary. It’s even met with a slightly dismissive laugh from many,… Continue reading My apologies
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
I know it’s been a long time since I’ve written a post. Interestingly, I think the last time I wrote was probably in April and I believe what I shared was the eulogy for my mother. Lately, the day before her funeral has been running through my mind on repeat. I think I’ve finally figured… Continue reading Honk
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?
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
I’ve been avoiding resolutions quite a lot in the past several years. I may have written about it, and I may have made some or made some under a clever new word like “intentions” or something like that. The truth is, resolutions never really sat well with me. Because of what my brain likes to… Continue reading Resolutions
Today, while eating lunch with my most delightful friends and coworkers, we were discussing the nighttime routines of our little ones. Mine, being not so little, is very independent in her evening preparations. One friend talked about how her son likes her to turn off the light for the last few minutes of his bath.… Continue reading Singletasking
There’s this event at my school in which, for positive behavior, students can earn tickets to try and win the reward of giving a pie in the face to teachers willing to participate. I was more than willing to participate in this event, and I listed myself among the teachers ready to get messy. When… Continue reading No Pie in My Eye
My journeys with the wound vacuum have been, at times, more than I could handle. To all of the lovelies who say I’ve been handling all of this cancer business with grace, I say you probably never saw me with my wound vac and you certainly never saw me on a bad day with it.… Continue reading Again
Elephants in the Room 