Man, am I having a difficult winter. December was, truthfully, the worst month I’ve ever experienced, and that’s saying something. This extreme restless legs syndrome makes living hell. Some people are bed-ridden by illness; I have been bath-ridden, because, if I time it right and get the water temperature right, a bath is the only […]
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Christmas Stories
Childhood Christmases I grew up in a two-story house in the Virginia woods with my mom and dad and sister and always a good Christmas. Christmas Eve we’d drive to my dad’s parent’s house where we’d eat and exchange presents with his brother’s family—the Coxes. That was a mixed bag, with neither of my parents […]
Morgan Freeman Led Us to Our Christmas Tree
If you think that’s click bait, I could have said closer to the truth that Morgan Freeman—as the voice of a pre-historic spearhead—led us through the visitor’s center for a marsh before we bought our Christmas tree, but where would be the fun of that? Snowy Day Trip Last week, Tracy planned for us a […]
Not What It Feels Like to Have Severe RLS
It is the day after Thanksgiving, and I should be posting about all the things I’m grateful for. I did have a wonderful Thanksgiving with a lot to be grateful for. I also had an entirely sleepless night, so it’s time for this post, instead. I’ve started writing this a bunch of times and […]
What I Found – Second Peek
A warm and smart writer I follow, Kari, keeps her blog called A Grace Full Life stocked with lists, which, if you don’t read her, seems like a shortcut to thinking. I hate those kinds of lists. Hers are amazing, though. Personal and beautiful and inspiring. One of them is just photos, and she calls […]
My Twilight Zone 28 Hours
Today is Thursday. My Tuesday and Wednesday were like a sandwich, with bread made of trivia games and filling made of thick-cut memories, gratefulness, high-end irritation, and a slather of strangeness. It tasted good, though. Tuesday 2:00 Tracy and I show up at the house with an inflatable mattress and linens, and I proceed to […]
Musings Four Months after Calling It Quits
On the non-linear nature of time, in my life, at least.
Confessions from a Sticks and Bricks
That last post I wrote was pretty lame: all the what and whens and none of the feelings behind our current transition. Here goes my attempt at getting back to my regular, emotionally driven writing style. Gee, aren’t you excited? You Can Now Buy Our Airstream I found it listed on Copart, and what a […]
Rolling with the Punches Here
I’ve been thinking about resiliency: how as a skill, a character trait, a practice, it helps you lead a satisfying life no matter what changes come your way. You plan for one thing, something else happens, and you change your plan to accommodate. You roll with the punches. This sounds so sensible, right? And I’ve “rolled with […]
The Girl Who Does Not Sleep
Once upon a time, a certain child was born (and you know who I mean. Me!). This was a much-awaited child, a beloved child, but she was born very small. To keep her alive, she was put in an incubator, basically a plexiglass box where only nurses could touch her to change her tiny diaper […]
