Many years ago, I had a friend with advanced degrees and the kindest heart. This person needed significant support with activities of daily living. I know the level of support required because I was trusted enough as a friend to be asked to help provide those services more than two decades ago so that the
When Tony and I have gone out into public spaces, eyes are almost always upon us. The eyes of those who saw our screaming son rip an earring out of my ear when I was putting him on my shoulders outside of a local Safeway a few years ago, and mutely watched as I squatted,
Sometimes talking to anyone can be a tricky thing. I feel like an apology just as readily needs to grace my lips as anything else I could possibly say, because often when I have personally given offense, it was most certainly not intentional. What one person in a group finds offensive another does not, and
Bob The person to whom this note is dedicated can no longer read it with mortal eyes, but he was given these words in person from me privately some time ago. I share them with you now as a brief commemoration for how a moment of thoughtfulness from him touched my life personally. I have
This past week, there was a non-COVID related death in our extended family. I will be taking the next two weeks off from posting and writing to provide extra support to my children as they process this loss, and to avoid vying for the time/attention of those in our family who will also be providing
Historically, I dread my own personal dental visits. I am Novocaine resistant, and I have had far too many dentists that never managed to get me numbed down enough to stave off a miserable experience for anything that needed to be taken care of. My most recent dentist (who sadly just moved to another state),
This week, I really wanted to pull up the keys of my laptop and wrap them around my thoughts to skip out on writing a post altogether. Situational burnout has settled in like rusted dust, like a slowly tightening choker pulling me into an emotional exhaustion thicker than quicksand. Sometimes it feels like I am
Emily I know that there are plenty of people I still owe a gratitude note, and some of you may remember that Emily has already received one a little over two years ago. But that was way back when she was Tony’s music therapist, with a very different role and significantly less time and involvement
I am rarely at a loss for words to write or say. Our current local surge of COVID infections has left me wading through a dim bog of uncertainty. Far too many in our communities have lost loved ones, others are still battling for their health, and many people have lost their jobs…so I feel
I am going to start off by posting some screen shots that I am going to ask each of you to bear patiently with me and read. They provide some context for my remarks this week. For me, this is something I believe should transcend politics. I am sure it is already evident to anybody
