Blue Toes – It’s the Little Things
Rylie’s hospital stay spanned Mother’s Day weekend. With everything going on, it was a tough holiday for me. I wanted to be anywhere but the hospital, but I also didn’t want to leave. I wanted my daughter to open her eyes and laugh at me for worrying about her....
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The Power of a Phone Call
Not that long ago, I got a surprise phone call from a sweet friend. Not a text. Not a Marco Polo recorded message. An honest-to-goodness phone call. I almost didn’t answer because I’d just gotten home from work and was feeling kind of frazzled, but I did. That phone...
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Thinking Outside the Box and Coloring Between the Lines
When I was in first grade, I vividly remember coming home with my first bad grade, complete with red marks from my teacher. My mom sat with me and we went over the worksheet in an effort to try and figure out the disconnect. As I sat with my...
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Wrestling with Surrender – Part 1
I’m a wrestler. No, not a WWE wrestler, but a wrestler of ideas. I value the ability to let an idea marinate in my brain for a while. To hold it up to different lights and test its muster. To say it out loud and see how it bounces...
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The Masks We Wear
Many of us wear a “mask” of some sorts nearly everyday. We hide behind a carefully constructed facade, giving off a distinctly crafted vibe. We scurry through our lives afraid that someone might pause long enough to realize that what they see is a trick of costumery. Each morning,...
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“Celebrating” Rylie’s 13th Birthday
There are many things in this world that I don’t understand. Some hit very close to home, while others are so big and worldly that I can’t even begin to fathom them. Thirteen years ago Ziggy and I were given the most amazing gift in the world. We held...
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When Words Evade Me – Or Not
There was a time not so long ago that the words just seemed to pour themselves out on the page. They’d capture exactly how I was feeling with just a tweak or two. Lately, they evade me. I want to write – to capture this sense of disorientation –...
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My calendar is filled with minutia. If you look at my appointments or my to do list, it looks like I’m very busy, but… So little of what is on my calendar and lists really matter. What matters is opportunities to connect. Not to say I’ve had dinner with...
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I Can’t Tell Myself…
Warning: This post is a little more of a downer, but I am trying to honor this process. Sometimes the best way to do that is through raw, honest emotion. As much as it is good for me to find rainbows at the end of a storm, sometimes there...
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Crazy Mom Turning Less Crazy
Months ago the scene below would have made me crazy – full on “Why can’t you leave my stuff alone?!?! I’ve been asking you for weeks where this is…” yelling, cabinet banging crazy. Yesterday, it made me smile. Rylie was notorious for making things disappear and stashing them in...
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