I have known this is coming. I have been excited out of my mind that this is coming. Drinking champagne everyday celebrating that this is coming. Yet, I’m still shaking with excitement to actually see it!
Some weeks, I really put off opening my computer to work on the blog. When I do get the nerve to open my computer, I might mess around Facebook or check the weather before I turn to writing. Posting day is no doubt the hardest (I’ve already checked Facebook 3 times and know that there’s a 15% chance of isolated showers around 5pm today).
At the heart of that procrastination is the most backwards reasoning in the world: If I don’t try, then I can’t fail.
But I know better. Continue reading
With the exception of birth, my oldest child had never been early for a milestone. Some caused concern, even with his doctors. Others seemed small or inconsequential and were easy to brush off. But it was the combination of them all together that seemed big.
With each milestone he achieved later than other kids his age, I couldn’t help but think back to his early birth. I couldn’t help thinking that something happened. Something that couldn’t be detected at the time but was gradually showing itself now. Continue reading
I was being ushered down a hospital corridor in a wheelchair, flanked by hospital personnel. Behind me a nurse was pushing my wheelchair. My husband oscillated between my side and over my shoulder. Or maybe he didn’t. I can’t remember if he was actually there or if he had gone to get food for me. On my other side was another nurse carrying my bags.
They had the easy job – Continue reading
In my early teen years, I watched A Few Good Men obsessively (might have had something to do with Tom Cruise and Noah Wyle) to the point that I could recite the lines as I watched (I’m annoying to watch this movie with).
The story line is straight-forward: two Marines accused of murder. They are appointed a young lawyer who has never taken a case to trial. He prepares the case with two other attorneys and gets the Colonel to admit he was behind the Marines’ actions. Trying a case is as simple as that.
That may be the plot, but at the heart of A Few Good Men is Continue reading
I’m fascinated by what people do in the mornings. Fresh off a night’s sleep, it’s our private time before we go tackle the world.
Those pre-dawn hours are the one part of the day that is somewhat sacred: no one calls, no one checks in and no one drops in.
We all have an idea of what people do in the other parts of the day. But the morning – it’s special time. It’s the chance to Continue reading
I’ve never been a fan of the phrase Bucket List. It’s so morbid. It sends the message: what am I going to do before I die?
Lately I’ve been thinking it would be better named the Live Life List: what am I going to do while I’m here?
Whatever you call it – we’ve all got some version of it. Continue reading
When moving, everyone has checklist. The realtor has a checklist for what you should do before listing your home. The mortgage company has a checklist for the documents they will need. The moving company has a checklist for how to pack your stuff. But no one has a checklist for how to relocate your life.
Eighteen months ago we were under contract to sell our home in Cincinnati. Our close date was fluid. We weren’t sure if we were moving south or out west. And barely anything was packed. Continue reading
When our first child was born, we received many beautiful and thoughtful baby gifts. One mom sent a gift that stood out: white pajamas adorned with green piping on the edges and cotton fabric decorated with a pattern of green and yellow circles. These beautiful pajamas were not for our sweet little boy, but for this new mama.
In the bliss and blur that accompanies bringing home a new baby, her gift caught my attention. In this space, where I had gone from Continue reading
Recently, someone made a comment about an action of mine not aligning with what I say in my blog. And then they added a few other comments. I don’t know if they were trying to be hurtful or not. Regardless, it hurt.
It made me question if I am who I say I am. It made me question if I’m a fraud.