— Coloring Life with Love, Lyme, & Laughter —
I feel lost. Hmm....That's not right. Isolated, maybe? No. That's not it either. I feel like I don't fit in. Not in a middle-schooler desperate to wear the right clothes and say the right things to be one of the popular kids kind of way. It's not that type of fitting in. It's ...out of place.... Continue Reading →
In the midst of a dreaded Walmart run, I had a moment. Don't worry. This isn't a teary-eyed post. It will be a celebration of sorts. A celebration that it was MY kid having a meltdown and not yours. Come on. Admit it. When you see a child sobbing for a new toy or screaming... Continue Reading →
Nearly every day I hear from an individual who has been affected by Lyme. I found a tick on me. What do I do? I've been sick for months. I've been tested for everything, but my symptoms really match Lyme disease. Is there a test for Lyme? I've had Lyme disease for six years. Your... Continue Reading →
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 →
"Why do you think God gave you Lyme disease?" Oh my. This isn't going to be the typical inquisition. When I'd walked into the building this morning, I had sensed the shift, but it was solidified when the small sixth grade class shared devotions just before other students poured into their classroom for my presentation. The eleven... Continue Reading →
A Broken Crayon 