Grief is a very weird thing. It's been almost three years since my dad's death, and I had forgotten how exhausting it was to have a sick family member. I'm two weeks to the day past Jenna's death and am still trying to figure out what my new normal is. Parents aren't supposed to bury… Continue reading Getting Back Into The Groove
I have struggled to find the words to express how I feel right now. Last week was filled with the highest of highs, and the lowest of lows. My seventh grandchild was scheduled to be induced last week. The day before her induction, my husband and I learned that our daughter who has been in… Continue reading Circle Of Life
I've mentioned a number of times that recovery weeks are difficult for me. They're mentally exhausting. I don't sit well. I don't "do nothing" well. My recovery weeks typically consist of lots of walking and lots of yoga. You know, enough to keep the old body moving and flexible with as little impact as possible.… Continue reading Week 4 – Recovery
This is what joy looks like. This is what pain looks like. When the pain looms closer than the joy, it is hard!
My partner in crime, my constant companion, my baking buddy, my baby girl! She has a birthday! I remember so vividly the day that I brought her home from the hospital. I remember vividly the day she left home to start her adult life. I remember vividly the day she married her best friend. I… Continue reading Decades Later
Happy birthday to my person! Downtown Nashville. Fantastic vacation with our awesome group of friends.
All a mother can hope for in her children's lives is that they grow up to be productive citizens of their community, and that they learn to not take the things that they have for granted. The day you realize that they are kind of starting to get it is a happy day. It's… Continue reading That Moment You Know…