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…
So, I said at the beginning of the year that this would be the year of writing my (hopefully first) book. And I HAVE been working on something - and it's okay. . . It just hasn't really flowed, I think? It didn't seem to be the right thing. And then I had another idea…
As my "heart pressure," as my hilarious Sara Bug calls it, is high this morning over having woken up to all kinds of national news foolishness, I am not going to write about any of that, but, instead, talk to you about something - and someone - heavy on my heart right now. And tell…
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…
May 1st (today) is a fabulous day, our Mom's birthday, and our Henry's birthday as well. Today is also a heavy, but important, anniversary, as it marks ten years since one of my dearest friends, Andrea Smith, passed away at 37 years old after battling ovarian cancer for more than two years. We became friends…
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…
So damn easy to say that life's so hard Everybody's got their share of battle scars As for me, I'd like to thank my lucky stars That I'm alive - and well. It'd be easy to add up all the pain And all the dreams you sat and watched go up in flames Dwell on…
to tell the truth to tell it all in all its beauty in all its pain in all its vulnerability in all its loneliness even if it blows up the world your world go build a new one a brighter one speak your truth paint your truth sing your truth write your truth dance your…
Trigger Warning: Honestly, y'all, I don't even know how to word this or what to say. I wrote in a post earlier last week that I was going to revisit the Watts Family murders and this is that post. It pertains to abuse and violence and it will be graphic. After Christopher Watts confessed what…
So your friendly neighborhood hippie writer is in the midst of a big HEAVY-type project - and tonight I just needed the night off from working on it. It's been all rainy and stormy in my part of the world, so we are cozy inside, drinking tea and watching documentaries. As I've been geeking out,…
