the autoimmune hippie.

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

my peoples

  • home! and a goulash type post.

    I’ve been doing SO much sleeping since I last wrote – but now it’s time to get all caught up. Journeying Home On Tuesday, we had a fabulous trip back. During the first part of our return home, from Montreal to Newark, we were on a very small plane, a United Express, and I, having… Read more

  • more fabulous adventures. and all packed up to head home.

    As I write to you now, it is only a few hours before Ginny and I hop in our cab for the airport to head home to see our peoples – and we are both so ready. We have loved every minute of our time here in this wonderful city. . . but we are… Read more

  • a grand adventure. and a few more days to go. . .

    So, friends, I’ve been trying to write to you for several days now, but, honestly, every time I sit still, I fall asleep. It’s a wonderful tired – my Ginny and I have been having the most amazing time in Montreal, a city who has definitely stolen my heart, and I can’t wait to tell… Read more

  • spoonie confessions and adventure preparations.

    Okay, first, a spoonie “confession” of sorts: the past three weeks have been, in some ways, the worst CRPS flare I have had to date. They have been rough. And I have truly downplayed, minimized, understated the severity of the situation in some ways. Why? I think both because I didn’t want to believe it… Read more

  • i believe.

    i believe in loving my people – two and four legged – big, with all of my might. i believe in being kind, to humans and animals and the earth. i believe in giving, whenever i am able, of my time, care, and resources. i believe in grand adventures and weenie dogs and road trips… Read more

  • 800 days

    800 days. I’m writing to you with what I’m convinced is plague. Well, not really. Just a summer cold I woke up with, likely picked up from our adventuring somewhere over the past several days. Still, when everything, including my face, is sort of throbbing, plague it is in my book. 😉 But I’m pretty… Read more

  • 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

  • remembering andrea – and bringing awareness.

    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… Read more