the autoimmune hippie.

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

our fam jam

  • keep exploring.

    First Things First Before I get into what I want to talk about today, I need to share that my Henry had cataract surgery on Tuesday and had some complications. It caused his diabetes to spiral out of control and he had to be admitted to the hospital on Thursday and is still there. As… Read more

  • 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

  • wild and holy – and on the road again.

    On Saturday, my Sara Bug and I set out for Decatur, Georgia, with several wonderful things on our agenda and an unusual “playlist” playing through the speakers of Janis the Bug. Our departure coincided with Rachel Held Evans’ memorial service, and, though I knew I would probably listen to the playback – and I have… 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