Typically, I begin each new month’s postings with a gratitude note and then some form of recommended viewing, reading, listening…that sort of thing. Although certainly there are people and circumstances for which I could express gratitude this month, I am deliberately choosing to omit that because I am going to be typing my way around
To Those Taking The Time… To those of you taking even teeny bits of time to chat with me on-line, thank you. Y’all know who you are: Kent, Ewa, Chris…and we all know you don’t have to. I’m going to keep this part very short, but that is not because this is a matter short
As I start this post, I would like to remind everyone that I am not a person who supports cancellation of a brand for past mistakes. I really admire the approach of blues musician Daryl Davis to painful and contentious differences…I know I have linked one of his TED talks on my blog before, but
We’re going to be taking a detour from what I originally mentioned discussing this week…but, I’ll be getting back to that, probably next week. Because I am still in burnout mode. Not just from the emotions of everything going on globally, within our local community, and within my own personal life- but because self-care is
Makeup has really become my own personal therapy over the past few years, a time during each day where I can focus a bit on doing something just for myself. Andy was showing one of his former coworkers some of my makeup looks a couple months ago (it’s a sweet spot in any day to
Gena I know how important a certain level of on-line privacy is to you, so my respect for you and for that is the reason I am keeping the details here scant. You and I both know what was done, and while I might not share those particulars publicly, I certainly believe they are worthy
Andy and I watched Encanto for the first time this past Sunday, broken into sessions wrapped around the chunk of hours I needed to work with a new habilitation provider. As I listened to Luisa sing “Surface Pressure,” I felt how aptly and concisely it seemed to capture the way I feel so much of
With most every other post I have ever done about how things feel from my side, I add some sort of statement within that post acknowledging that I completely understand and do not judge people for feeling that the challenges our son has are outside their comfort levels when it comes to personally helping out
Nearly 3 years ago, I shared with those of you reading our blog at that time some words of the hilarious guitar goddess Mrs. Smith to describe some of my feelings about some of the things people say to us about the circumstances we are in. At that time, I shied away from saying that
To Eowyn The razor thin edges on so many words, the shattered shards of a strong divide, coated thickly with the dust of nearly a decade replaying only echoes of it all… a formidable array of obstacles that would have dissuaded many from trying to bridge such a potentially jagged and emotionally fraught gap. Thank
