And the verdict is: It’s NOT cancer!
“Good morning,” I said as I greeted Connie in the locker room before swim class Wednesday. “How are you?” “Just … Continue reading And the verdict is: It’s NOT cancer!
“Good morning,” I said as I greeted Connie in the locker room before swim class Wednesday. “How are you?” “Just … Continue reading And the verdict is: It’s NOT cancer!
On Valentine’s Day, my husband gave me a two-in-one gift that managed to remove any semblance of romance. Read this and learn. Continue reading One way to stop romance from messing up Valentine’s Day
Why, you ask? Three reasons: Adam, Ben, and Steve. (Son, son, and husband.) Continue reading 3 reasons why I didn’t watch Super Bowl 2017 on Sunday…
“Thank God for breast cancer!” Connie told me. It paved the way for her latest adventure. Continue reading The difference between an ordeal and an adventure
False alarm? Perplexed, we resumed eating, when, of course, the driveway alarm sounded again. Continue reading Sound the alarm: the new way to welcome
As we removed old brown wax from the toilet flange, I realized that my husband’s project was also mine. Continue reading The day your love language is “acts of plumbing”
What I appreciated most about Connie throughout her battle with breast cancer was her transparency. Continue reading When your friend battles breast cancer…
I don’t care if this blog post goes viral, but I sure wish your prayers, good thoughts, fingers crossed or whatever on Connie’s behalf do. Pray for Connie. Spread the word, please. Continue reading Fight breast cancer and carry a big stick…
She will miss wrinkles and arthritis, her daughters marrying, her grandchildren growing, and getting old with her husband. And we will all miss her. Continue reading As a result of her death, the missing begins
My oldest sister is dying save a miracle. The doctors declared her “terminal.” Her organs are shutting down. She has no hope for recovery. Continue reading When you have to say goodbye to your big sister
Our cat is like a teenager who shows up when she wants — and doesn’t when she doesn’t… Continue reading When Trouble is a teenager and acts just like one
Sometimes our son misses our power. Such as the night before we lost ours when he lost his. Continue reading Power to the people, not to the parents
Sara’s birthday’s in the house. Or gym. Or office. Wherever. Today. Continue reading “Sara’s birthday’s in the house”
I couldn’t help but feel sorry with him for the years he had wasted. And recognize my own years wasted on insecurities, when I might have simply chosen a different frame. Continue reading A matter of perspective…
I was content with an “out of sight, out of mind” relationship with my brother — until he broke his neck. Continue reading He is my brother still…
What do you buy a man who has everything — five of everything, actually, packaged up in each child who has grown up in our house? Continue reading What do you give your husband on Father’s Day?
I have entered that period so many lament: the empty nest. My five children have left me one by one. But rather than lament it, I say… Continue reading Let the empty nest begin…
My mother has loved me well. I will remember that as she remembers less and less — and love her well in return. I hate Alzheimer’s disease. Continue reading For the love of mom…