— Coloring Life with Love, Lyme, & Laughter —
My practice child will graduate from high school tomorrow. Yes, my practice child. Isn't that what our first one is? They don't come into our lives with instruction manuals. We have to figure it out on our own. Most of the time, we're faking it. We keep trudging on, hiding our insecurities with smiles of... Continue Reading →
There's a chance --a really good chance --that I may be too old for the circus. I know, I know. Shame on me, but as much as the Ringling Brothers & Barnum and Bailey Circus fascinates me, I find my heart racing for more reasons than just the magic. Before the self-professed Greatest Show on Earth... Continue Reading →
I took it all for granted, charging through my days, shuttling my children to soccer practices and dance classes. I pushed myself, somehow feeling like I had to do everything. I had to fit it all in. By 8:00 on weekday mornings, I was teaching high school students, scrambling to get in every mandated objective, grade every... Continue Reading →
A Broken Crayon 