giving thanks on a sick day.

I was totally and completely wiped today - health stuff - so I spent most of the day in bed. When I got up this evening, I managed a shower and picked up Sara and Henry from the park where they had taken a stroll to make a super speedy grocery store run. Upon returning…

a tale of two books.

I've been in deep for the past four or five days with two books about death - one wonderful book I read while researching my own book and another one a true crime read that also gutted me, saying goodbye to a writer I adored way too young.  It started when I decided to finally read…

a different mother’s day this year

The past few years I've posted a seriously heavy Mother's Day post because - historically - it isn't my favorite day and I've let those feelings fly. However, today, the day after Mother's Day, I want to share some thoughts from a more peaceful place. This Mother's Day was different. First, I went to church…

changing diagnosis.

Write hard and clear about what hurts. - Ernest Hemingway. Since I first became really ill with autoimmune disease in 2012, it has seemed as though diagnosis have been tacked on and taken away as new symptoms have presented, an ongoing medical guessing game. This isn't unusual for spoonies to experience. It can take years…

autoimmune anomalies

Part of living with multiple autoimmune diseases is that my body often develops really odd symptoms and syndromes out of the blue. Of course, since I was diagnosed with Complex Regional Pain Syndrome, I've come to expect the unexpected at anytime really - and I mentioned in my previous post that my migraines that I…