Dear Mom, I was drawn to write you for the first time in ages, and I’m not sure why. Perhaps it is because of Mother’s Day, but I guess it doesn’t really matter. I can’t believe you have been gone 36 years. You died when I was 26, so you’ve been gone longer than you… Read More A Belated Mother’s Day Letter
This is part two of my multi-part series on what I have gained from the coronavirus. To read part one, click here. When this all began, I never would have imagined this would be what I’d write about. I feel blessed beyond words to have so much to share. Because so many people are suffering… Read More What I Have Gained From The Virus (Part 2)
It sounds crazy, right? We are all stuck at home, and for many that means home schooling, few – if any – visits to a store, forced to find ways of entertaining ourselves and our families, etc. For those that are single, this means endless time alone, no socialization, and no chance to eat with… Read More What I Have Gained From the Virus (Part 1)
The only thing I know about my car is how to open the gas cap and fill up the tank. When I recently had to call roadside assistance, I didn’t even know how to open the hood as they requested. Instead, I pushed the button that raises the rear door so they would be able… Read More Why Do I Take Better Care of My Car Than My Body?
When my Dad passed away in 1979, I didn’t realize he would wind up being buried on his 52nd birthday. It made a great excuse to get high and stay numb for many years afterwards. I had no idea how to deal with no longer being Daddy’s little girl. The truth is that I didn’t… Read More Happy Birthday on the Anniversary of Your Funeral
I could never in my wildest dreams imagine a day when I couldn’t walk in Starbucks and sit down with a cup of coffee. The idea that Publix would only allow the purchase of two packages of fresh protein per person – that the store would have empty shelves where toilet paper and paper towels… Read More It Was the Best of Times, It Was the Worst of Times
Dear Grant, It is a week, almost to the minute, since I texted you to find out if you were joining the conference call we had scheduled with a vendor. Knowing you as I do, there had to be a good reason you weren’t on time. I let the others know that I wanted to… Read More We Only Have This Very Moment
“If your compassion does not include yourself, it is incomplete.” Buddha. When I recently saw this on someone’s Facebook page, it stopped me in my tracks. Perhaps this is one of the pieces missing in my life. I’m definitely good to myself… nails, hair, massage, etc. But am I compassionate? Would I say some of the… Read More Being Good to Myself
Dear Dad, Well, here it is again – the 40th Father’s Day without you. As I write this, it feels like I am talking about someone else. You died when I was 21. I remember the first many Father’s Days without you, and they were horrible. The day was spent getting stoned or drunk, trying hard… Read More Not Everyone Gets to Celebrate Father’s Day
My job is to acknowledge the need for help and humbly ask for it. I recently had several great reminders to get out of the way and let the answers come from where they are supposed to. The first and most recent example… A lady reached out on one of the Recovery pages I am… Read More You Never Know Where Help Will Come From