Discovered this after a sweet friend drove to my house all the way from Prosper just to make me a home-cooked meal during the height of breast cancer treatment.
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What a difference a year makes!
This time last August, I was here in Miramar, six days post-op from the second lumpectomy, and fully expecting to come home to the news that they’d gotten it all. Of course, and as happens so often to us all in this life, what I expected and what actually unfolded were two very different things….
The thank you note that’s impossible to write
This morning I wrote thank you notes. Lots of them. I filled an entire loose-leaf sheet of paper with the names of so many who have shown love and solidarity and thoughtfulness in just the way I needed it – without a trace of sympathy because #gross and just flat out no – pity has…
Get thyself a new hobby
This extended season we’re in can yield some unexpected outcomes. For me, the abundance of extra time has fueled interest in new hobbies, some I’m good at and others, well – let’s just say sometimes I take what I think is a good swing and then look down and the ball IS. STILL. THERE. Dammit….
Love in the waiting
As I sit in my living room, with a homemade “Mommy, you rock” banner hanging from the mantel and heart-shaped Post-It notes across the hearth, I am humbled. Cards span from one end to the other, from friends down the street and from 700 miles to the East in our treasured sweet home Alabama. The…
Tough times don’t last…tough people do.
Fresh air never felt so good. Gorgeous day for a walk/jog = wog along the city’s trail system, all the while soaking up Vitamin D and playing “I spy” with the family amidst a plethora of Mansfield Rocks hidden in tree branches, under benches and along the grassy edged trailheads throughout Oliver Nature Park. I…
What “shop local” means to me
Reflecting a lot on last week, when we were enjoying all the comforts of being back home in Alabama, and when life was still normal. One of the highlights of our visits home is doing everything local – we eat the ‘Ham, we shop the ‘Ham, and we soak up all the nuanced cultural differences…
Kwitchurbellyachin’
Long before reclaimed wooden signs were all the rage, Mrs. Belinski had one hanging in the windowsill above her kitchen sink. It featured a single, made up word – Kwitchurbellyachin’. After finishing a craft project with her two youngest – part of our neighborhood get-along gang – I stood there washing my hands (yes, this…
Thoughts from the road on this unusual Friday the 13th
Love and laughter with family, showing up for friends, selfless generosity toward those with whom you share the road, the grocery aisle and the waiting line for the Chick-Fil-A bathroom – these are the things that matter. Remembering the grounded-ness of Rudyard Kipling’s “If” – and behaving accordingly – this matters as well. Refusing to…
17 Years Fast Approaching (With All the Orleans Feels)
You’re Still the One and I Wouldn’t Switch Shocker to no one who knows me well – I’m Yacht Rock obsessed. And fewer ‘70s, ‘80s soft rock hits capture the accuracy of this emerging season in my marriage as well as Orleans’ “Still the One.” Show me a couple together this long that acts like…