I am not a cryer, especially in public. I hate feeling out of control, and tears are a sure sign that I've lost it. It's a ridiculous cycle. If I get angry, really angry, I cry, which makes me even more indignant because I'm crying in front of people. Somewhere along the way, I guess I... Continue Reading →

When you're in a dark, dark place, there are people who shine light from their souls, their hearts, their eyes, and this light saves us.  Yesterday I was feeling particularly pathetic.  Beyond health issues, there are issues I can't discuss yet, and let's just say those issues are weighing on me heavier than anything I've... Continue Reading →

It's been a rough month. I relapsed.  Fast and hard.  I'd been doing so darn well.  Walking everyday.  Taking less medicine.  Being more and more active.  I really thought I was going to be well enough to return to work.  I'd bought a couple new YA novels, scribbling a few notes for lesson plans.  I... Continue Reading →

So your kid is going to school and you want to cry because how could this little human being, who grew under your heart and inside your home, already be responsible for his own stuff, figuring out how to get to and from classes, and buying his own food and toilet paper.  Dear God, how will... Continue Reading →