— Coloring Life with Love, Lyme, & Laughter —
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 →
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 →
It must be scary for them to see their previously solid, predictable, rock-of-a-mom suddenly appearing old with an IV port in her arm, purple bags under her eyes, and barely able to climb the stairs. But they hold my hand and love me anyway. Children are pretty amazing that way. They’ll tell you exactly what they’re thinking (as in…boy, Mommy, your belly is getting big), but they always, always adore you.
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 →
A Broken Crayon 