I couldn’t find the best version of myself last week. I couldn’t shake any of the emotions. I could name the feelings of worry, fear, pain, irritation, frustration, but I couldn’t rise above them. I tried all of the tricks. I exercised. I stretched. I meditated. I read. I wrote. I made lists. I organized. …
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about a worm ~ may 2020
I stepped over a dead worm on my morning walk the other day. It was about halfway across the paved part of the path. I don’t know if it had been washed onto the path by rain or if, as my son’s hockey coach likes to say, it took a gamble and lost. I don’t …
on the eve of his tenth birthday, he fits ~ march 2020
Z didn’t move throughout my entire pregnancy. I had more non-stress tests and ultrasounds than anyone I knew. I would show up for NSTs having eaten something. Then, I’d be given a cup of cranberry juice. Then a popsicle. Then ice water. Then two-year-old B, who often had to come with me because I was …
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great-mother’s toilet paper ~ march 2020
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on growing up. on going home. on saying goodbye. ~december 2019
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birthdays ~ November 2019
I’ve always loved celebrating my birthdays. Looking back on my childhood, I have fond memories of birthday parties and sleepovers, decorations and party themes. My father always had work conferences, which we attended as a family, at the time of my birthday, and so hotel stays, indoor swimming pools, and all the other fun that …
the last hurrah ~ november 2019
I’ve hated my port (portacath) since the day I received it. I didn’t quite understand what it was. I wasn’t quite prepared for needing it. The insertion was painful. Different members of my medical team expressed concerns about how it had been placed, causing me to worry about it. And it was painful to the …
one year later ~ august 2019
I had expected an onslaught of emotions when I hit the one year anniversary of my diagnosis. I watched the Juy dates approaching on the calendar with caution. I kept them in the back of my head when making plans, unsure of what I’d be like when the days arrived. Time moved forward, as it …
mountain ride ~ july 2019
My family made our annual trip to Mt. Desert Island, and Acadia National Park, in Maine this summer. Due to my husband’s work schedule, and then my diagnosis, we had not been able to get up there in the summer of 2018. So, for our 2019 trip, we figured out how to spend two weeks …
shallow sun ~ april 2019
It has been a long, wet spring. So much rain. So dreary, so drizzly, so damp. I find myself wearing my rain jacket every day and I’m embarrassed to say that my LL Bean boots are still making a regular appearance, even though it’s the middle of April. Perhaps the only good thing about all …
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