the autoimmune hippie.

Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful though you have considered all the facts. . . Practice resurrection. – Wendell Berry

Jesus

  • everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road. . .

    Like the good Jack Kerouac, we love to go, and my bestie and I hit the road on Thursday for a lil’ day trip. Like always, bestie days on the road, hanging out, talking, and laughing, are one of my very favorites. ❤ We went to this amazing place in Cullman, Alabama called Ave Maria… Read more

  • 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… Read more

  • 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… Read more

  • stardust we are.

    On Ash Wednesday, we remember our impermanence. Ashes are imposed on our foreheads, both as a reminder of our mortality and a sign of penitence, as our priest (or pastor) says, “remember you are dust and to dust you will return.” It’s always a somber – but beautiful – service. And all good Catholics, Episcopalians,… Read more

  • becoming my own crps expert – and taking my life back.

    In my little corner of the world, several of my near & dear have been facing some really damn HARD – my lifelong friend with metastatic breast cancer in her spine has just learned that she may have to deal with ANOTHER effing spinal surgery, a precious Tt sister had a beast of a relapse… Read more

  • let’s all say it together now: “i have no idea.”

    A few months ago, Andrew Stoecklein, the senior pastor of Inland Hills Church in Chino, California, committed suicide at age 30, leaving behind his precious wife Kayla, their three young sons, and his mother and two siblings. Prior to his death, he had been struggling with depression and anxiety and had just returned to the… Read more

  • so so many gratitudes.

    It’s Thanksgiving morning and I just woke from a long-ish winter’s nap (five or so hours?) and I’m sitting here next to a snoring Wonderpup and we are all wrapped up in our toastys because it’s actually cold this morning (I love it when cold holidays actually are – never a sure thing in Alabama,… Read more

  • i think i’ll remember this past week as the week that everything changed.

    Just this past Halloween – a couple of weeks ago – I shared this picture of myself, standing in my costume, ready to go with Sara and Henry and the rest of our bunch for a little bit: That night, if you had seen me walk, it would have been VERY slow – and I… Read more

  • navigating when i really can’t walk. and learning to be speedracer. and amazing jen hatmaker outings. and grace.

    First, I don’t know how to describe this shuffle and slide and hold on to everything-and-everybody-near-me thing I’ve got going on right now when I try to “walk” – but my mobility has gone to hell in a handbasket in the past couple of days (not that it was great before – but this is… Read more

  • feeling the invisible.

    Y’all, it has been a holy hell, beast of a week, with all kinds of new and exciting symptoms manifesting – yay, autoimmune disease – and old foolishness rearing it’s ugly head too. All I have for this is “What the Frack?” As it happens, it’s also Invisible Illness & Disability Awareness Week – that’s… Read more