the autoimmune hippie.

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

Jesus

  • home.

    After a helluva couple of days, I’m up late, drinking a La Croix, doing some reading and pinning, in our cozy bed at the Lake with Henry and my better half asleep next to me, Sara asleep in the next room, and Mom and Pop asleep downstairs. Earlier tonight, my sweet husband went to our… Read more

  • making lemonade

    After learning from my ortho doc on Friday morning that my third metatarsal in my right foot has fractured (it makes my sixth current fracture in my feet) and experiencing severe pain in my right knee and hip that is making it even more difficult to walk, I am spending this weekend in bed resting… Read more

  • but first we pray

    Yesterday there was a horrific school shooting in Parkland, Florida. I, along with many, watched the news unfold on TV, my heart breaking. Images of students coming out, hands up, to be searched. Images of parents waiting for news of their children, still inside. Sheriffs tasked with giving report of the injured and the dead.… Read more

  • a new word

    I suppose the weight of all that is going on right now has caught up with me. We are still waiting on our eldest daughter’s placement in her program and it has been a struggle and a terrible strain on our family for sure. Our youngest daughter is exhibiting the symptoms of full-blown autoimmune disease… Read more

  • for Rachael

    With all of the news recently of sexual harassment and sexual assault and all manner of horrific things, I’ve had so many things to say and I just haven’t quite known how to say them. Or maybe I haven’t been ready to say them. It’s hard. I’m sure I’m not the only woman who is… Read more

  • when spoonies get regular people sick

    So, today I’m writing from my quarantined spot in my bedroom, keeping the plague I woke up with to myself (I hope) and trying everything I know to manage some gnarly symptoms and get well. See, last week, our eldest came home with the flu. And I treated her and she is now recovered and… Read more

  • mental health, suicide, addiction – the hard things

    The other day, we ran out of LaCroix in the Hippie Hut. This. Does. Not. Happen. It’s a Four Alarm Situation. When I went to Publix – in a hurry, the Lord had graciously provided a buy one/get one sale (to ease my pain from having run out, I’m sure), so I bought four cases and… Read more

  • on broken feets and birthdays

    As I wrote in my previous post, I was REALLY upset about this perma-broken foot situation. Anybody would be. However, I’ve had some time to rest and enjoy home time with my better half working on the Hippie Hut and gathering my thoughts and I am in a much better place now in my head… Read more

  • the hard things.

    It has truly been a wild few days here in the Hippie Hut: calls from my attorney with sudden needs related to disability, unexpected nursing requirements (I no longer work as a nurse but I will always keep my license) that have had me chasing myself, and so much going on with working towards our… Read more

  • let’s go another round. . .

    Yesterday morning, I went to church at 9:45 and then served with my sweet babies as usual. And we started a new series that is just AMAZING. And I always love, love, love my time with my babies. It was the best morning. Then, at 1:30 PM, as Sara and I were working our way… Read more