— Coloring Life with Love, Lyme, & Laughter —
I didn't want this life. Correction. I don't want this life. To say "didn't" is to imply that I have since changed my mind. I haven't. But to dig my heals in and refuse to move forward in spite of the circumstances is unproductive and exhausting. Does it take more energy to kick and scream,... Continue Reading →
The r-word is, or at least it should be, obsolete. Yet here I am, sitting in a gymnasium with 200 or so people, including my five- and ten-year-old daughters, hearing that word. An elder in the league is giving the end-of-season speech. Several of his key points have grated on my nerves. He tells the... Continue Reading →
I didn't want this life. Correction. I don't want this life. To say "didn't" is to imply that I have since changed my mind. I haven't. But to dig my heals in and refuse to move forward in spite of the circumstances is unproductive and exhausting. Does it take more energy to kick and scream,... Continue Reading →
A Broken Crayon 