A Little About Love & Life Lessons, Oh, and Cancer. Don't forget about the Cancer.
Mid-twenties, I had moved from my first apartment on the hill, to a pink house on a quiet one-way street. It had an enclosed front porch, crown moldings and hardwood floors. I was in heaven...for about three months, until I realized I couldn't actually afford this cute pink house on a quiet one-way street. I... Continue Reading →
December 24th: Christmas Eve. One week ago today. One week. Seven days. Just seven days ago, my dad was having open heart surgery, following a heart attack. The night before he called me from his hospital room, excited to have surgery, so he could be home for Christmas, a new man. He'd lost almost 30... Continue Reading →
When my Uncle John passed away from Parkinson's a few years back, I remember being grateful for the chance to see him just hours before he passed. I remember holding his hand and praying over him, as he lay sleeping. I remember being grateful that he passed just weeks before Covid shut down the world,... Continue Reading →
I wanted her to wear pink. I even laid out the outfit on her bed. Barbie top, white pleated skirt, pink heart-shaped sunglasses. Pink patent leather shoes. She didn't want to wear the skirt. Or the top. Or the shoes. The sunglasses were a "we'll see." I don't know why this movie made me feel... Continue Reading →
So, I'm tired. A lot. And this is a foreign concept to me because I've always been high energy. I've always been a super star at multi-tasking, making lists and that sense of accomplishment when I've turned the to do's into to done's. But that's just not me anymore. I make the bed. I sit... Continue Reading →
I woke up at 6:15 a.m. today, crawled out of bed and made my way downstairs and into the kitchen, to make lunches for the kids. (Don't hate on me for making my kids lunches. It's the way I was raised. Blame my mother.) It's not just making the lunches, and the different breads, different... Continue Reading →
When I was a little girl, my father and I would go to the Christmas Tree lot near our house, and pick out the family Christmas tree. My mom would strongly encourage us to get a tree that would fit in our family room. But my dad and I had other ideas. I mean, c'mon.... Continue Reading →
He was grumpy. It was 6:30 a.m. and he came down the stairs in a mood. NO, he didn't want breakfast. NO, he didn't want a hug. He was tired. Not in the mood for talking. I tried to joke with him. I tried. It fell flat. It hurt my feelings. I walked away, dejected.... Continue Reading →
I feel like George Bailey, in "It's a Wonderful Life." George was a hard-working man, dedicated to his family. He wasn't poor, he wasn't rich. He was doing his best every day to secure a legacy. He was a proud man and would never ask for help when things got bad. He figured it was... Continue Reading →
According to Dolly 