the autoimmune hippie.

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

our fam jam

  • so so grateful.

    When I shared my previous post on Facebook, I had to laugh and tell everyone that I felt like the April Fools was on me, because, as sure as I wrote it all, my CRPS launched into a full pain crisis and has stayed there. I still meant – and mean – every word of… Read more

  • i’m really sick – but i’m really good too.

    Y’all, it seems that my Complex Regional Pain Syndrome (CRPS) is trying to flare in a bizarre sort of way right now. I’ve written about it before but CRPS is sort of a medical anomaly anyway and it is new to me as well as I just developed it at the end of last year… Read more

  • my 2 year soberversary.

    Shortly after midnight last night, this popped up on my phone:   Going alcohol free is still absolutely one of the best decisions I have ever made. My second year of sobriety has been a been a beautiful one for sure, with adventures great and small. I’ve been on some wonderful road trips:   And… 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

  • wherever you go, go with all your heart.

    It was a busy weekend in the Hippie Hut. On Friday, my better half and I went to visit our family and just had a wonderful day with them. ❤ Then. . . On Saturday, my bestie, Al, my daughter, Sara, and I loaded up for our long-awaited trip to Atlanta to hear Nadia Bolz-Weber… Read more

  • My broken body’s journey (so far) – and how I’m carrying on.

    *This is just an introduction piece I wrote for another site and I’m posting it here as well.  At age 33, I fell quite suddenly ill, not long after my happily ever after wedding to my amazing husband. After some really tough years of a bad situation, I had gotten out, moved on, met my… Read more

  • thank goodness, my Henry is on the mend – and back by my side. . .

    Five days ago, I turned 40 and my amazing family just spoiled me so. . . Beautiful gifts from my husband and daughter and our Mom, Pop, and GJ. . . and flowers and Mumford and Sons tickets (!!!). . . and vegan GF cupcakes from this heavenly little bakery. . . It was wonderful.… Read more

  • bring in the New! (and my people!)

    A couple of days after Christmas, my daughter and I both got sick as Hale. Like laid out with the bronchitis/sinusitis plague, sick as Hale. That’s when I also remembered that I always manage to get super sick right after Christmas – maybe due to being run down or around lots of people or angering… Read more

  • wanting more (and less) in 2019

    Yesterday morning, I read an article about Colin O’ Brady becoming the first person to ever cross Antarctica unassisted, a truly incredible feat. https://www.nbcnews.com/news/world/american-man-first-solo-across-antarctica-unaided-n952186 The explorer who attempted the same, Henry Worsley, in 2016 fell ill and passed away, just 30 miles short of his goal. Still, what an amazing attempt. https://www.theguardian.com/world/2016/jan/25/explorer-henry-worsley-dies-during-antarctic-record-attempt It is also… Read more

  • picking up my crazy heart to give it one more try (or twelve)

    And this ain’t no place for the weary kind And this ain’t no place to lose your mind And this ain’t no place to fall behind Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try. – The Weary Kind, Ryan Bingham Before I say all that I need to, let me report that… Read more