July 2017 facebook post

There is something about being home and being lost. I start thinking my house is the problem. I’m furious with someone and I start to hate everything. Mim is talking more and constantly- she has been talking a lot for years but her conversational style has sped up and she asks questions non stop- which is a great way for her to advocate for herself. … Continue reading July 2017 facebook post

Sat at my feet

I cried and cried as she sat at my feet. I tried to wipe the tears casually with my shoulder. My hands were unavailable. It was a manicure/pedicure. On her tiny rolling stool she was almost kneeling at my feet and I felt way too out of my element. It felt downright lenten. I am unworthy. She massaged my surprisingly shaven legs. I had forgotten … Continue reading Sat at my feet

I’m in love with Instagram

This isn’t an infatuation. It is a long term relationship (4,364 posts and climbing over a 6 year period). Not exactly monogamous because I like Facebook and I highly enjoy Pinterest (I have a thing about the categorizing of deciding what board a pin goes on that is just delightful.) But Instagram. It is a visual feast available in my pocket. I am sharing a … Continue reading I’m in love with Instagram

My Birth Story is 22 years Old

 Her due date was the 21st of January, but I had a dream earlier in the pregnancy and the date January 19th was circled on a calendar, so I changed the due date. This baby was coming the 19th. Four days past the due date, I woke Chad.  “My water broke.”   We rechecked the book What to Expect When You are Expecting and read … Continue reading My Birth Story is 22 years Old