A Suitcase and My Emotions
It all started with a trip to the Clinique counter at Von Maur where a striking young woman,...
Family: The Morphing
There is no quiet like the silence of my house as I walk into it after dropping the last gaggle of...
Gratitude, Birthdays, and Beige
For as long as I can remember, November has been my favorite non-summer month. In a good year,...
I Think I May Have Broken Something
It’s comforting when I read an obituary that states that the deceased “died surrounded by her...
Time For a Reset
My plan was to continue sharing a wrap-up of chemo and a synopsis of surgery and radiation with a...
The Bald Blogger Part II
As research for this month’s blogs, I’ve been reading my CaringBridge journal. I roll my eyes and...
The Bald Blogger Part I
It’s Breast Cancer Awareness Month and I am an ever-so-grateful, fourteen-year survivor. I lost a...
For the Love of Damask Rose
It was Sunday, September 25, 2022. BF and I were upstairs taking the air conditioners out of the...
Which Came First: Following Joy, or Making the World a Better Place?
We’re starting to get some hints here in Indiana that Fall, harvest, and transition are upon us....
Blue Horses and Other Disappointments
Last Sunday was National Grandparent’s Day and I had the privilege of spending it with two of my...
Noticing the Noticing
By the time this posts, I’ll be back to life in full swing, off Nana-ing in Phoenix. But before I...
Lessons and Lunch and Lunch Lessons
If I allow time for contemplation, every experience will provide lessons. My inclination would be...