There are many proud moments we have as parents. Raising two children, my husband and I have shared plenty. From the sweet elementary school performances, sports achievements and acing tests to the more profound moments like watching our kids be kind to elders, and doing the right thing when they didn’t know we were looking… Continue reading Life Changing Moments
It’s 3am on a Wed morning. I am drinking coffee, making myself swallow wheat bread with PNB and banana, and working on my bowels. Yes, you heard me right, my bowels. A huge part of my routine as I am training for an IronMan, and trust me, nothing happens, until THAT happens. Today? A 2hour… Continue reading Exhausted. IronMan. Enough Said.
I remember the first time I realized I was going to die. I was 16, and my friend Kelly and I were stoned out of our minds. My parents were out of town for the weekend, and Kelly and I were in my room, laying on our bellies facing each other; a tub of peanut… Continue reading We’re all Terminal….
I am 45. My husband, is 55. We’ve been together since I was 21 and he was a bit older at 30. And now, we’re here. Old. Empty nesters. High in our careers, our kids off at college, trying to sort this new lot of life out. It’s kind of crazy-town. I think I am… Continue reading Is 45 too young for an existential crisis?
Wow. That day came. The day my entire life changed. That one, ominous “someday” dot out there in the universe finally caught me. And it knocked me on my ass. She left for school. My baby, my sweet, precious daughter, left us yesterday for college. We are now, officially, Empty Nesters. Her older sister left… Continue reading We’re Empty. Nesters. And it’s brutal.
My daughter. My sweet, beautiful, maddening daughter. She is 19. A typical teenager in college, if smoking pot, drinking until she gets alcohol poisoning and failing out of said college, is normal. Now, many of you (ha, like anyone is actually reading this, but let’s pretend) would agree, this is normal college behavior. And when… Continue reading Type One Diabetes Sucks. Teenage Rebellion makes it worse.
First, know this. I still have a hard time calling myself a runner or athlete of any kind. I was the overweight girl in baggy clothes who used to cut the 1/2 mile run in PE each Thursday. Running was my allergy. I avoided it at all lengths and measures, and never in my life… Continue reading The Tale of an Iron(Wo)Man
I work as a volunteer in Hospice. I chose to do this as I feel a strong sense of love and protection for our elders. I had many years of childhood volunteering with my mom, who was a nurse, and have since, joined some organizations that allow us to “adopt” grammas and grampas with my… Continue reading This is Arline – She is Dying.
They say you are the average sum of the 5 people you hang out with most. I don’t know who “they” are, but trust me, this is a thing. If that is true, I am the weak link of my group. My ambitious best friend is getting her PhD and mentoring youth. Another dear friend… Continue reading Find that Thing, Do That Thing
Life lessons from some torn ligaments
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