She was a collector. A saver. A pack rat. She saved the smell of bubble gum breath and cinnamon-scented hair, of coconut detangler and Vicks Vaporub. She stockpiled the feel of soft, tiny toes pressed gently against her lips. Of monkey-like legs wrapped around her waist. She had a impressive collection of uppies and lay-with-mes and an infinite number of one-two-three-whees. She saved snippets of … Continue reading She Was a Hoarder
Today I walked around my neighborhood – not the entire thing, but a circular loop around two blocks of houses. I knew it was a longer stretch than I can go without being kept up later tonight from nerve pain, but this morning I decided it was worth it. I needed to walk. The American Foundation for Suicide Prevention Campus Walk was scheduled for today … Continue reading A Painful Walk
I can’t even believe this is true, but I’ve been blogging for 6 years now. SIX! I realize this type of statement is the kind of things people (like me) start to say at a certain age when time suddenly starts flying by at record speed and they can’t believe the cashier at the register didn’t even card them when they bought wine and, even … Continue reading The SECRET REASON I’ve been a half-assed blogger all of these years.
I come with the hardest form of artillery. One is two and the other is four and they have small, smooth feet and cute tiny noses. They have the loudest of voices and the most beautiful of spirits. They bring giggles and hugs and peanut butter crackers. When I can juggle it all, I bring my strongest ammunition, but even when I do I know … Continue reading Dark Days
My little sister turns thirty today. THIRTY! I’m pretty sure that even though we used to be seven years apart, she’s catching up to me and we’re getting closer and closer to converging at the same age. That’s possible, right? I remember waking up on my 30th birthday and startling myself by starting to cry. I wasn’t even sure why, but for some reason turning thirty … Continue reading 5 Reasons Your Thirties Are Your Best Decade