— Coloring Life with Love, Lyme, & Laughter —
I didn't want this life. Correction. I don't want this life. To say "didn't" is to imply that I have since changed my mind. I haven't. But to dig my heals in and refuse to move forward in spite of the circumstances is unproductive and exhausting. Does it take more energy to kick and scream,... Continue Reading →
My Lyme is flaring. The IV-antibiotic treatment is causing spirochetes to die off faster than my body can expel them, and I am trapped in my own circle of hell. At once there is pain throughout my body. It consumes me. I cannot think; there is only pain. I cannot eat; I will throw up.... Continue Reading →
By the sound of crickets here on the blog, you've probably speculated that my life is either full and busy or it has collapsed once again. It's actually been a mix of both. I kept intending to write, filling the Moleskin journal in my purse with idea after idea, but I was "too busy" to pour my heart out... Continue Reading →
Father's Day is a complicated holiday for me. While it is supposed to be a celebration of the men in our lives, it's often a day of regrets for me. Cards and commercials force me to consider the choices I've made over the years and the permanent consequences of those choices --consequences my children... 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 →
A Broken Crayon 