Writing, living, and healing in the PNW
It started last night: “mama, I have a sore throat.” This is a sign that my five year old has an impending cold and plans on staying down for at least a day. Sure enough, when I went into her room this morning, there were tissues scattered on her bedroom floor from the numerous times…
About two months ago, I had an epiphany that essentially led to the launching of this website. I wanted to live a good life, only a good life, all the time. I wanted to not pay rent to people who see me as a means of income only, not a member of a community, not…
Monday mornings are hit or miss for me. I usually have an idea of what Monday is going to look like for me by Sunday night, and I try to organize accordingly. Today was pretty routine: Feed baby, check. Pump breastmilk, check. Make plans with friends, check. Breakfast, check. Cereal all around. (Only the baby…
Okay, actually it’s 14 pounds in 16 weeks, but let’s be honest, this title sounds better. I’m a writer; what do you expect? I keep seeing these ads scroll up my Facebook page and hearing about celebrities that lose weight for a part (and wow! they lose it so fast!) and listening to friends and…
A couple of weeks ago I sat down ready to begin blogging again, after barely blogging all summer. I felt I had to explain my absence from my blog, so I did, and I vowed to begin writing again the very next day. Speaking of vows…. I did in fact begin writing the very next…
They say “celebrate the life and mourn the death.” With Carlos I think it’s the reverse. I cry for his life, for his pain, for how dark it had finally gotten that he finally gathered the courage to flee his demons after twenty eight years. I celebrate his death. For him. He won his last…
I’m back! It’s been months, but I’ve finally gotten the chance to breathe and think about writing again. And before I head out for my Avon Walk, and get inspired to write about that, I wanted to write about something that inspired me a few weeks ago, Free State of Jones. Since it is History…
I hate vaccines. I cry when my kids cry. I hate to see them hurt. I want to wrap them in bubble wrap and cut out a hole for breathing. That way they’ll never get hurt. I have spent five years taking Celaya for her shots. Last year she screamed in abject terror and clutched…
I haven’t had an actual hangover from drinking too much since before I had my oldest daughter. On a wild night I might have a third glass of wine. (Woo hoo!) And I haven’t had more than a glass and a half of wine since before I was pregnant with my youngest. I’m still breastfeeding,…