dancing through life – on broken feet
tales of a jesus-loving writer, her adorable little fam jam, the world's most fabulous weenie dog, grace, travel, love, life, and dealing with a rare and incurable autoimmune disease.
Michelle McNamara could write true crime like nobody's business. She investigated it, made it real, fiercely protected the victims stories and humanity. . . I. LOVE. Her. Writing. I love her husband, Patton Oswalt, too. As such - and as a true crime junkie as well, I've been waiting (impatiently) on the HBO docu-series Patton... Continue Reading →
This week has had some significant health changes for me. First - this one is fabulous - I have completed my IV antibiotic therapy and my PICC line was pulled today by home health. Yesterday, I realized since last July - so for a year now - I have spent more time WITH some kind... Continue Reading →
A few nights ago, I went to sleep after a lovely day with my family that also came with some terrible news in my city and state and a somber day in my spoonie community. At the same time, my body was exhausted from a gnarly flare that Just. Won't. Quit. I'm improving from my... Continue Reading →
Water every plant in the house - and I have many. Start cleaning out my email - long overdue - of which there are 1,284 in one inbox and 2,585 in the other. Literally. (and, no, that doesn't include spam) Begin using my acupressure mat again as planned. Have one helluva time getting off the... Continue Reading →
Oh well, celebrate we will Because life is short but sweet for certain We're climbing two by two To be sure these days continue These things we cannot change. -- Two Step, Dave Matthews. I'm in the middle of several essays on heavier things - and, of course, a death book - so thinking and... Continue Reading →
On June 22, Angela Madsen, phenomenal, fearless woman, Paralympian, marine vet, died at sea, attempting to row the Pacific from California to Hawaii alone. She knew the risk, she wanted to go, she went. The documentarian and her crew who were recording Angela's efforts - and have since announced that, per the wishes of Angela... Continue Reading →
There are so many things I love about the being from - and living in - the South. . . My state, Alabama, is the home of Harper Lee and F. Scott Fitzgerald, the birthplace of To Kill A Mockingbird and The Great Gatsby The northern part of my state features the beginning of the Appalachian mountain range... Continue Reading →
fernweh (German): an ache for distant places, missing places you've never been. *craving for travel* As you know if you've been here for awhile, I love to travel. Big adventures, small road trips, little outings around town. . . I just love finding new things to get into with my people. Well. . . Between... Continue Reading →
Is it the face of a child Is the thrill of danger Is it the kindness we see in the eyes of a stranger Is it more than faith Is it more than hope Is it waiting for us at the end of our rope I say it's love I say it's love Is it... Continue Reading →
