Who wants to read from every chapter in a very jumbled and random book? It’s then that I realize: there it is again, that very complicated grief.
The only person who’d want to read that book would be…
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Who wants to read from every chapter in a very jumbled and random book? It’s then that I realize: there it is again, that very complicated grief.
The only person who’d want to read that book would be…
Tonight, I’m left wondering: How was Telemachus supposed to feel after his father, Odysseus, returned home–and learned that dear old Dad like… slept with all these chicks and endangered all his crewmates and MAIMED SOME RANDOM CYCLOPS WHO WAS SIMPLY MINDING HIS BUSINESS?
On Friday, we drove sixteen hours to return home from Arkansas to Florida.
This second trip was largely for Jason.
Sara Lou had called again last week, this time to tell us that Randy was in a hospice center, not dissimilar from my mother’s, and that he’d taken a turn.
This time, he was actively dying.
I swear, only Jason can visit a dying man and instill in him a powerful will to live.
I can’t decide if I’m feeling my mother’s presence now, as we accompany the dying process with Jason’s father, or if I’m simply reminded of her own journey to death. Their two journeys couldn’t be more different, though… mostly, anyway.
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Today’s bloganuary post (“What was your favorite toy as a child?”) ties into something I’ve been tossing around in my heart — the concept of first memories and their impact on you and relationships. In my first memory, I was clutching my favorite toy, a stuffed puppy, and screaming for my mother. I was somewhereContinue reading “Favorite Toys & First Memories”
New Life Learning: Taking up joyful space on purpose goes beyond merely being. It’s in the joyful doing–sloppily, messily, colorfully doing!
I don’t know how we can each have twenty-four hours in a given day, and yet it can vary so. Much. In how long they each, one by one, take to pass. Today has been the second longest day of my life. The longest was the one I sat by my dying mother’s bedside. Today,Continue reading “24”
The last time I remember (unintentionally) putting myself first, I was probably in high school; I was happy, I was healthy, and I was failing. Is it possible to put my wellness first AND be a fully functioning adult with ADHD? Let’s find out!
Well, here I sit on an airplane, jet-setting across the country from Orlando to Phoenix for a work trip. My beloved partner dropped me off at the airport and, after a lengthy, proper kiss goodbye, I was on my way. I have a booster in my arm and a mask on my face–and though IContinue reading “Settling Into The New Normal”
As I drove my parakeet to the vet for what feels like the hundredth time, I listened to podcasts on WordPress; one theme occurred repeatedly: What are you an authority on? The concept was about search engines; they want to see where your expertise lies, to show the very best content, the most relevant… butContinue reading ““What are you an authority on?””
An Instagram post recently resonated with me: I feel like people struggle with this on the whole. It’s why so many of us compare our imperfect lives to heavily filtered versions of other people’s “reality”. It’s why we don’t offer ourselves a measure of grace when we fail to live up to our own orContinue reading “On becoming your favorite version of yourself.”