— Coloring Life with Love, Lyme, & Laughter —
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 →
It is their first mother-less Mother’s Day. No one verbalizes it, but each of us is thinking it. It feels wrong. Unnatural. A ten-year-old and a five-year-old should not be facing this. They look like two normal little girls, swimming with their friends on just another ordinary afternoon. Their blue eyes do not indicate sorrow.... Continue Reading →
I have a confession to make. In a different life --the one before I became symptomatic --had I known a person with Lyme, a person like me now, I'm ashamed to admit I would have likely doubted her authenticity. How on earth can a person be so sick one day, barely able to walk, according... Continue Reading →
You guys know how desperately I have been trying to understand, or at the very least, accept the insanity that has consumed our small community, the fact that two people are now gone from the stunning photo you see above. Below is the passionate and poignant response I received from Josiah Pitts, a family friend... Continue Reading →
Have you ever felt like your most fervent prayer, the one you whispered at every red light, the one you needed as desperately as air, the one asked with the purest heart, yeah, that one…was stamped Denied? I sure do. I know I’m supposed to say something like His plans are not our plans or... Continue Reading →
A Broken Crayon 