I am in an odd place right now. There is a lot going on, yet there isn't. Probably doesn't make sense to you. Don't worry, it doesn't make sense to me either. I have my manuscript sitting on the counter silently mocking me. Sure, it thinks it is being helpful. Maybe...

I slept a lot yesterday. My body seemed to have simply halted in an effort to recover from the week. Grief is a palpable opponent. And just when I thought we could take a breath, we got word that one of Brian aunt's passed away Friday night. Loss is everywhere. But,...

I can always identify the moments where I am not completely in my own body. When I am distracted and not fully paying attention. The week has been so heavy that I have found myself doing incredibly stupid shit. Last night, I decided that I was not cooking dinner. The...

How is it that one day can be a mixture of happiness and extreme sadness? In yesterday's blog, I shared how I was taking my Aunt to see her husband as his life journey was transitioning. Being of service in that manner was such a gift and I will be forever grateful...

One of my favorite childhood memories was hanging out with my parent's friends. Describing this group as fun, would be a complete understatement. I remember New Year's Eve parties at my parent's house where they would roll up the rug, move the furniture back, turn on...

I have been on pins and needles waiting for my manuscript editing to be complete. Anxious to hear what she has to say about it. It isn't like I need validation. Okay, that's a lie. Obviously, not everyone will like it, but a little affirmation is always welcome. What...

I should have placed a warning label on myself that said, "approach with caution" as I ventured out of my house yesterday. It started with one Basset puking on the carpet and then her sister using the living room as her own personal toilet. I used the word that rhymes...

My breath hitched. I grew anxious as my fate was revealed to me. The thoughts were reeling in my head as to what I was going to do next. Sharing this might help me walk through how I reacted to the situation. Let's just say, I wasn't the Dalai Lama. As I was checking...

Sometimes I listen to the children I gave birth to and wonder where they came from. Obviously, I know where they came from since I was there, but the stuff that comes out of their mouths can be surprising to say the least. Last night, I was held hostage at Bailey's...

Yesterday, I wrote about how moments matter, and sometimes they impact one's spirit so much, you can't ignore them. Case in point, how my husband chooses to cook a frozen pizza. No foil. No pan. Just a pizza positioned directly on the rack. As his lunch was cooking, I...