— Coloring Life with Love, Lyme, & Laughter —
The last month has been a jumble of activity here. Three graduations. Two birthdays. A baby shower. It has been one celebration after another, and thankfully, my body has, for the most part, cooperated. Oddly enough though, I've spent a good bit of those celebrations with tears in my eyes. During Izzi's Pre-K graduation ceremony,... Continue Reading →
My great-grandmother was a teacher. I've ran my fingers over her name and her sisters' names on the raised font on the plaque outside the one-room school house at Cedar Creek State Park. My great-Aunt Betty was a teacher, briefly, until she earned her PhD and helped the world in other ways. My mom is a daycare... Continue Reading →
My nephew Andrew Luke was born a little over a week ago. Although he is less than seven pounds and nearly five hours away, this miracle baby already occupies such a huge piece of our hearts. With each new photo, we are astonished at his mere existence. Izzi, who has always possessed an incredible fondness... Continue Reading →
Can we be real for about two minutes? That's it. Just two. Then we can all go back to our perfect lives. This is what I look like when I wake up. See that hair? Yeah, it's INSANE. It deserves its own zip code! With the chest port, I haven't mastered the art of keeping... Continue Reading →
This is part three in a three-part series on frustrating lines, including explanations for their hurtfulness, better phrases to use instead, and ways for the chronically ill to retrain their brain to hear the kind intentions in all words. You can catch up by reading Part One and Part Two here. Now, let's finish ....... Continue Reading →
A Broken Crayon 