Coming back to yourself
Trauma and grief can make you forget who you are. For 100 days, I woke up, I made coffee, I drove to the hospital an hour away, I spent the…
Trauma and grief can make you forget who you are. For 100 days, I woke up, I made coffee, I drove to the hospital an hour away, I spent the…
“Life is not always a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.” – Jack London I have thought long and hard since, what, just yesterday…
In March, I went to Walt Disney World for the first time since Tim died. The first time since Heath died. I’d been to Disney Springs and to a couple…
Google has P A G E S of hits when you search for grief and exhaustion. I know this because every couple of months I kind of go, “huh, why…
No, really. What day of the week is it? Because I’ve been convinced all day that it was Sunday. Even though I watched TV with Ginny and Sharon this morning,…
About exactly one year ago, minus about four hours as I’m writing this, I got that phone call. Everything I think I want to say about that night, I said…
Like a journal, these posts are a place for me to be more honest about what was happening than I was on Facebook, or Caring Bridge, at that time. Some…
If y’all haven’t already been asking yourselves why it is exactly that I’m rehashing all of this, why I’m rewriting it, tomorrow’s post will really make you wonder. Why? I…
Nothing quite showed me that I missed my little blog here like almost losing my little blog. A year ago – wait, more than a year ago now – I…
I told someone I was thinking of listing out the things I wanted to make sure I get done in 2020, and they were like, “ugh, that sounds way too…
I have a friend who says “begin as you mean to go on” at the beginning of the year; in other words, start January 1st with what you’d like to…
Recently I was talking to a friend about social media and how I present myself – a topic that I actually talk to a LOT of friends about because I’m…