The Odd Coffee Cup

IN HONOR OF MOTHER’s DAY- FOR A MOTHER I MISS SO MUCH❤️❤️❤️ Content and beaming with pride, she was happy to be a stay at home mother. But one blustery spring evening, news came of her husband’s sudden passing. Possessing no life insurance, there was little to cushion the financial blow from losing the breadwinner…

If my Parents were here…

Today, October 1st 2017, would be my parent’s 40th wedding anniversary- were they alive.   I wish so much that I could wish them a Happy Anniversary, throw them a party or hell…just have a conversation or  a laugh with them. I would love to be able to hug them.   Both their lives greatly…

A Question for Writers

  I’m having a writer’s crisis of conscious….   How do you all divide your week between work, family, friends and writing? What does the graph look like when you break it down into percentages?   As a wife with a full time job, the percentage I devote to writing each week varies but is…

Christmas Conundrum

What an ending to 2016! This year had high points but proved very challenging for our family. And December has proved that this year is going out with a bang… or kick in the teeth…and shins! In four weeks, I lost my aunt and suffered from the flu, strep throat, a fast and furious stomach…

Excerpt from my memoir: Nutella and NyQuil Addictions

**Thought I’d post an excerpt from my memoir this week. This chapter touches on the fact that there is no right or wrong way to grieve ( maybe healthier ways albeit), but it’s all just crazy messy grief. We try our best, in our own ways to wade across that arduous lake. However the trek…

How do you wield your power?

  Words may be the strongest tool given to a human being. They can be thrust hard, making another feel the piercing blow of a razor sharp blade. They can feel as soft and comforting as a down filled pillow to lay their head upon and drift off to sleep. One can speak words of…

Another Excerpt from my Memoir: Life Raft

When the morning came it would be time to go back to my reality: daily reminders of her absence, insomnia from racing thoughts, paperwork and phone calls addressing her estate, final medical bills, funeral costs, and sadness to celebrate the holiday without “Mother Christmas”. I saved those menacing thoughts for a bit of light stressing…

Gimpy Gets a Bath

As stated in my last blog, my superhero of a husband took an involuntary trip to norovirus hell. Though I lucked out in not tagging along. I still looked worse for wear in the aftermath. For two and half weeks I could only sponge bathe in our half bath downstairs. The O.R. nurse instructed me…

Gimpy the SideKick

                  With crutches and a knee immobilizer slowing me down, I was completely worthless following my recent knee surgery. My superhero of a husband did everything from dinner, cleaning, and laundry to playing zookeeper for our animals. His superhero strengths paralleled the likes of Superman-if he fought…