I am a lover of rituals. Easter requires crafts, candy, photos, baskets and family. It is the making of one great ritual. Throw away the winter. Throw away the blues. It is springtime and time for rebirth. I grew up Catholic and that feature of the religion has become the one I miss or treasure. […]More
I wrote this piece for my writing class at The Decatur Writer’s Studio. The Christmas I write about was 2010, I believe. I’ve never been good at remembering years. Addy has had an eating disorder for over 10 years now. And I can talk about the disease and her recoveries and our lives with the […]More
I am a follower of the church of kindness, the religion of Fred Rogers, and the teachings of Winnie the Pooh.
The nice ones among us, the empathetic ones, we know that you are mean because of a past trauma, or missing breakfast or lapse of judgement or a personality disorder or loneliness.
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 […]More
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 […]More