Day 3: #GratitudeWritingChallenge

My best friend has been listening to me for weeks talk about how grateful I am for the support of the team I’ve lined up to get my health back on track. Much like the g-tube situation, while I’m very grateful to be in a position where I can afford to pay all the people…

Day 2: #GratitudeWritingChallenge

One of my sons has a MIC-KEY button (feeding tube). He’s had it for about 8 years now. Even though it’s hard to admit to myself, let alone everyone else, I’m going to be completely honest and tell you I love it and I absolutely hate it. Ultimately, I am undeniably grateful for it. I’ve…

Day 1: #GratitudeWritingChallenge

Writing is how I process. Writing for public consumption is how I practice vulnerability. Allowing others to see my perspective and insight and inviting challenges to my perspectives remains one of the most effective avenues of my personal growth. I’ve felt the need to get back to writing (er processing) and it struck me today…

You Make A Difference.

No matter what your job title or familial role is, your birth order, your social circle, or your religious views, you make a difference in the lives of others. Every day. With your presence and in your absence. And you will likely never realize how many lives you touched by the time you leave this…

“I know too much now to ever turn back.”

My girl, BrenĂ© Brown, published an excellent podcast on shame and accountability back in July. She states in her intro: “…being held accountable for racism and feeling shame is not the same thing as being shamed.” This is it for me. At almost 43 years old, born & raised SMACK-dab in the middle of the…

Right Brain Beauty

My middle child (8 years old) lives in his own world, a world that is much more fun and exciting and downright thrilling than the world most of the rest of us live in. My world operates on a schedule and is filled with tasks. I do enjoy visiting his creative world and it’s quite…

Worth It

Luissa Zissman was shamed back in July for a post she shared on Instagram about how difficult and unenjoyable her pregnancy has been. Some very hurt, grieving, and understandably envious people told her how she should feel and tried to guilt her for expressing her honest thoughts. I immediately took issue with the criticism. I…

Death is the Key to Living

Disclaimer: I am not a licensed professional nor am I an expert on death or grief. The essay below is a personal testimony of my own experiences. If you came to this post because you are grieving, please know I am sorry for your loss. If you are in crisis, please call 800-662-HELP (4357). We’re…

The Day the Lid Was Blown Off

Facebook conversation: Me: “When your gut, instinct, intuition (whatever you call it) whispers inside you, FOLLOW IT. That’s the voice of God.” Friend: “Is it? Or is it yourself having confidence in your ability? Does the feeling have an audible voice? Does the feeling have a sense of touch?” Me: “I am CERTAIN it’s the…

The Party Bus & The Pee

My husband’s department from work rented a “limo bus” (a.k.a., a party bus) for an evening last weekend to look at Christmas lights. My sister-in-law also works there so she and her husband joined in the fun. As we waited for everyone to load the bus, I noticed my brother-in-law step out of the restroom…