dancing through life – on broken feet
tales of a jesus-loving writer, her adorable little fam jam, the world's most fabulous weenie dog, grace, travel, love, life, and dealing with a rare and incurable autoimmune disease.
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,... Continue Reading →
There is a show that I think airs on The CW (originally) called My Last Days. As the title implies, it films people who are suffering from terminal illnesses. Normally, as someone who suffers from a chronic illness and who has worked with many terminally ill patients, this show would not be my jam. And... Continue Reading →
My Christmas ornaments are really important to me. Each year, I add a few more to our tree: Some of them, I've picked up at events like Christmas Village (made by special needs adults 💜), some are from special things that have happened in our family (like Henry's ornaments ❤️❤️❤️), and some are ones that... Continue Reading →
With my body having an unruly spell, our youngest daughter having autoimmune issues, and my husband experiencing plague this week, it was time to create some sunshine for sure. Tonight my husband - plague and all - stayed up to help me get our big Christmas tree decorated (as I already mentioned, Christmas comes... Continue Reading →
Our local Dia de los Muertos Festival is wonderful and I've gone several times and even taken pictures of loved ones to leave at the public altar. This year was a really special one though. Our amazing, funny, one of a kind friend, Ryan, just went to the other side ten days ago and so... Continue Reading →
In my past life, I was a community mental health nurse for a year and a half. We worked closely with the other community mental health centers and substance abuse treatment centers in our area, including the Shelby County centers. Today, I was heartbroken when another friend, who is a substance abuse counselor, posted this... Continue Reading →
Celebrate, we will, for life is short but sweet for certain. - DMB During the day yesterday, I saw a short video on Facebook from a fellow autoimmune warrior that resonated with me deeply. https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10213637236636004&id=1556574136 I can't really explain it - and hope you'll take a minute to watch. The feelings expressed in the video... Continue Reading →
Since I was a little girl, I've been a night owl. I like to stay up, reading, writing, thinking late into the night. And I am the living worst to have to get up early in the morning. Today marks my 14 year anniversary as a nurse and I've always preferred night shift in my... Continue Reading →
Since I've been pretty sick recently, my posts have been really heavy. While that can't be helped sometimes, I've decided to offset that with some gratitude. It's time for a love list of the good stuff. There are so many beautiful things in my life, big and small: my better half: our unruly herd: my... Continue Reading →
This morning, I saw something in my Insta spoonie community that is troubling me terribly. This beautiful young woman committed suicide after being unable to get help for severe pain due an endometriosis and interstitial cystitis flare: Her last post on her Facebook account was this: I have so many thoughts that I don't know... Continue Reading →
