the autoimmune hippie.

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

my peoples

  • someone I love is fighting like hell – and it’s COVID talk time.

    Wednesday was not the first day since the COVID-19 pandemic began that I learned awful news related to this horrible disease and someone I care about. No. However, it has been one that has absolutely knocked me down. Someone dear to me is terribly ill with COVID-19 and she is in isolation and I know… Read more

  • profound gratitude for this first.

    Way back in 1997, when I graduated high school, I wanted to go to Mississippi State – and had made several visits and had scholarships – but life got in the way and it just didn’t work out. I was crushed. (I dug out my senior year scrapbook and found these.) Of course, back then,… Read more

  • celebrating and giving thanks for my person.

    Yesterday was a super important day. It was the birthday of My Person. She lives in a different state and with schedules and COVID and my ailment I won’t get to celebrate with her together until next month – but I’ve been thinking about how incredibly blessed and lucky I am to have my bestie/sister… Read more

  • old churches and stained glass and missing my people.

    This morning, one of my favorite Facebook pages, Unvirtuous Abbey, posted this: And it really got me thinking – because I have such an abiding love for old churches and beautiful stained glass. I stopped and took a look through some of my albums I haven’t seen in awhile and found some beautiful memories. We… Read more

  • ordinary blessings. . . aren’t

    In Joan Didion’s memoir, Blue Nights, about her daughter Quintana’s life and death, she wrote of toasting Quintana and her new husband, Gerry, on their wedding day, six months before the illness that would ultimately claim Quintana’s life began, saying: We wished them happiness, we wished them health, we wished them love and luck and beautiful… Read more

  • an uncool love list.

    Happy Early Thursday, y’all! So, it’s been a bit since I’ve posted due to: The sinus plague. Even my Sara Bug got sick – and that hasn’t happened in a very long time. Yuck.  Working on a major project. I have gone through my writer’s notebooks from the past several years, extracting my notes I’ve… Read more

  • strong like my grandmothers.

    Lately, when I’m really having a good COVID-19 freak out – and when I really read the latest Scary Things sometimes I do – I have learned to take a moment of pause and remember one of the most fabulous ladies I’ve ever known, my dear Grandmother’s mother, my great Grandmother Humphries. She was sweet… Read more

  • time to write a (long) story.

    Who lives? Who dies? Who tells your story? — Hamilton, Lin-Manuel Miranda Like many others, I was anxiously awaiting the premiere of Hamilton on Disney Plus earlier this month. I’ve been a long time lover of musical theatre and a performer of it in my youth and I couldn’t wait to see if this actually… Read more

  • a love list.

    Today, it’s time for an overdue, Quaran-Love List. There is always much to be thankful for. ❤ Among my many blessings, I am giving gratitudes this weekend for. . . A wonderful talk with my bestie yesterday. She and her lovely husband have a big weekend of great things that they so deserve and I… Read more

  • disability awareness month.

    Actually, I am calling July this. Everyone else mentioning it is calling it “disability pride month” – and I just can’t go there. I totally get it – and agree with the concepts. The idea that there is no reason to be ashamed of our physical or mental limitations, our scars, our limps, our devices… Read more