I am not gonna be subtle about this whatsoever. I’ll wear my highest heels standing on a soapbox perched atop the tallest mountaintop so that everyone can see me. And I’m gonna shout. I’m going to project as if I were onstage in ancient Greece so that everyone in my imaginary mountaintop theater, even those… Continue reading (Not At All) Humble Brag

I am not gonna be subtle about this whatsoever. I’ll wear my highest heels standing on a soapbox perched atop the tallest mountaintop so that everyone can see me. And I’m gonna shout. I’m going to project as if I were onstage in ancient Greece so that everyone in my imaginary mountaintop theater, even those […]

This blog was born in the hours following my older son’s MD diagnosis. As he’s moved into adulthood, I’ve come to think it would be a violation of his right to privacy to discuss his health with the big, wide world here. When I talk about him now, it’s from my maternal driver’s seat, the… Continue reading Five Cents, Please

This blog was born in the hours following my older son’s MD diagnosis. As he’s moved into adulthood, I’ve come to think it would be a violation of his right to privacy to discuss his health with the big, wide world here. When I talk about him now, it’s from my maternal driver’s seat, the […]

I once believed I’d return to the tradition of sending Christmas cards, providing an annual fun family update. Turns out, that belief has gone the way of the dinosaur. I haven’t sent cards since my kid’s MD diagnosis and I can no longer find excuse nor reason (except not having have much fun to share). No one’s quality… Continue reading This Is Not A Christmas Card

I once believed I’d return to the tradition of sending Christmas cards, providing an annual fun family update. Turns out, that belief has gone the way of the dinosaur. I haven’t sent cards since my kid’s MD diagnosis and I can no longer find excuse nor reason (except not having have much fun to share). No one’s quality […]

Yesterday was an unhappy anniversary, January 21. What’s changed in the nine years and one day since my son’s MD diagnosis? Everything and nothing. There’s an old saw, “little kids-little problems, big kids-big problems” and there’s a reason the maxim has stood the test of time. When he was younger, my worries, I think, were… Continue reading Nine & 1/366 Years

Yesterday was an unhappy anniversary, January 21. What’s changed in the nine years and one day since my son’s MD diagnosis? Everything and nothing. There’s an old saw, “little kids-little problems, big kids-big problems” and there’s a reason the maxim has stood the test of time. When he was younger, my worries, I think, were […]

My brother-in-law John died December 29. John was my husband’s closest friend and co-conspirator from the moment Tom drew his first breath. John passed away unexpectedly due to heart complications, present and medically/surgically managed since he drew his first breath. He was only a month older than me and nothing grabs your attention like the sudden loss… Continue reading My Obituary (Rough Draft)

My brother-in-law John died December 29. John was my husband’s closest friend and co-conspirator from the moment Tom drew his first breath. John passed away unexpectedly due to heart complications, present and medically/surgically managed since he drew his first breath. He was only a month older than me and nothing grabs your attention like the sudden loss […]

The rarest of events occurred this week. My baby (yes, he is of the age of majority and is poised to vote in next week’s election, but my baby will always be my baby) and I hit the road to the Twin Cities this week. It’s spring break week here, and by “spring” break what… Continue reading Minnesota-Nice

The rarest of events occurred this week. My baby (yes, he is of the age of majority and is poised to vote in next week’s election, but my baby will always be my baby) and I hit the road to the Twin Cities this week. It’s spring break week here, and by “spring” break what […]

When you’re a parent, you can’t necessarily know when the last last will occur. As our children develop and grow, parents mark firsts–your joy at the sound of his first baby belly laugh, the painful eruption of his first tooth and later its subsequent loss, his wobbly first steps, his first day of kindergarten, first… Continue reading At Lasts

When you’re a parent, you can’t necessarily know when the last last will occur. As our children develop and grow, parents mark firsts–your joy at the sound of his first baby belly laugh, the painful eruption of his first tooth and later its subsequent loss, his wobbly first steps, his first day of kindergarten, first […]

I’ve never been so excited not to be doing something! Let me explain— The graduation gift of a lifetime (we hope, anyway) is underway. To recognize (and reward? kinda/not exactly reward) our sons’ graduations, we let them choose a special destination vacation. We are not a family of significant means, but I’ve long been scrimping,… Continue reading A Little Light Internet Stalking

I’ve never been so excited not to be doing something! Let me explain— The graduation gift of a lifetime (we hope, anyway) is underway. To recognize (and reward? kinda/not exactly reward) our sons’ graduations, we let them choose a special destination vacation. We are not a family of significant means, but I’ve long been scrimping, […]

Have you seen that internet game? My pet’s name is ___, but we call him ___? My inner woulda/coulda/shoulda-been linguistics major never tired of reading the replies. The ways people twisted and shaped their pets’ names into nicknames sixteen degrees away from their animals’ literal names always makes me smile. My dog’s name was Caleb,… Continue reading My Dog’s Name Was Caleb

Have you seen that internet game? My pet’s name is ___, but we call him ___? My inner woulda/coulda/shoulda-been linguistics major never tired of reading the replies. The ways people twisted and shaped their pets’ names into nicknames sixteen degrees away from their animals’ literal names always makes me smile. My dog’s name was Caleb, […]

I even have BS Travel to thank for today’s post title! What ever would I do without my college friends?? I hate to mislead you, so know up front: this is a story about neither a cartoon Great Dane nor a mansion, per se. It was really a malodorous cottage, but you know. . .… Continue reading Scooby-Doo and the Case of the Malodorous Mansion

I even have BS Travel to thank for today’s post title! What ever would I do without my college friends?? I hate to mislead you, so know up front: this is a story about neither a cartoon Great Dane nor a mansion, per se. It was really a malodorous cottage, but you know. . . […]