— Coloring Life with Love, Lyme, & Laughter —
If I had to describe my childhood Christmases in one word, it would easily be excessive. Not because our family was rich by any means, but because my mother went overboard every single year, largely, I think, because she couldn't afford to buy us much throughout the rest of the year. She was overcompensating. Growing... Continue Reading →
I don't know where all the snot comes from. One minute you're chugging along, feeling proud that you have your Christmas cards addressed, and the next, you're blowing your nose every ten minutes, wondering how in the crap your body instantly manufactures so much yellow mucus. It may be the only process my body does... Continue Reading →
Read this now. Don't bookmark it to read later. Do not wait until you are in the midst of a crisis. Keep reading. I want you to create a Tick Kit. Yes, that's right. A Tick Kit. You're probably questioning my sanity. She's paranoid. She's obsessed with Lyme disease. I'm not paranoid. I may be... Continue Reading →
“Wh-what are you doing with all….” Her eyes are wide with confusion and awe. As soon as the words escape, I see her regret. She doesn’t even finish the question, but her reproof is out, suspended between us. My shopping cart overflows with an item most people purchase in singles, and I am buying in... Continue Reading →
It must be scary for them to see their previously solid, predictable, rock-of-a-mom suddenly appearing old with an IV port in her arm, purple bags under her eyes, and barely able to climb the stairs. But they hold my hand and love me anyway. Children are pretty amazing that way. They’ll tell you exactly what they’re thinking (as in…boy, Mommy, your belly is getting big), but they always, always adore you.
A Broken Crayon 