— Coloring Life with Love, Lyme, & Laughter —
I am engulfed in a muddy river of sorrow and loss. The current is strong, and I struggle to stay afloat. I fight and kick, but the debris of pain pulls me under. I surface just long enough to inhale and note my surroundings, only to be sucked down again…again…and again. The waters are raging.... Continue Reading →
My Lyme is flaring. The IV-antibiotic treatment is causing spirochetes to die off faster than my body can expel them, and I am trapped in my own circle of hell. At once there is pain throughout my body. It consumes me. I cannot think; there is only pain. I cannot eat; I will throw up.... Continue Reading →
The bow tie defies him, refusing symmetry. A skill handed down from a more traditional generation, my husband John prides himself on his ability to properly interlace the classic bow tie. He scoffs, "My grandpa could've done this in just a couple minutes....with his eyes closed." He moves to a different bathroom, maybe thinking that a... Continue Reading →
A Broken Crayon 