— 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 →
This is part two in a three-part series on frustrating lines, including explanation 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 read Part One here. Now, let's get back to business. #5 AT LEAST IT'S... Continue Reading →
My body is betraying me once again. You probably guessed that from my absence lately. My muscles ache and spasm. Fingers and thumbs are disobedient, jumping and twitching to their own drum. I try to type, but random keys are struck. Frustration sets in as I spend more time deleting and correcting than typing and... Continue Reading →
I took it all for granted, charging through my days, shuttling my children to soccer practices and dance classes. I pushed myself, somehow feeling like I had to do everything. I had to fit it all in. By 8:00 on weekday mornings, I was teaching high school students, scrambling to get in every mandated objective, grade every... Continue Reading →
A Broken Crayon 