My boys are crazy. I love them. At our house we really dig holidays, and Valentine’s Day is no exception. I wouldn’t say we have any official traditions for this one. But we usually like to involve crafts and food, and experiment with lots of ideas from Pinterest! This year we made our own Valentines! They… Read More FREE Printables: O’fish’ally Valentines/ “Bone” Appetite!
It’s a touchy topic. I know that all too well. But when the National Center on Sexual Exploitation asked for an article regarding the film Fifty Shades Darker, now in theaters, how could I resist? Everyone seems to have their own opinion about Fifty Shades, for better or for worse. It seems erotica is mainstream now,… Read More Grateful for Fifty Shades of Grey
“Mom, can I have a CONSTRUCTION cake for my birthday this year?” I have three boys and three brothers, so I should be pretty good at this stuff by now. I mean … last year I threw a trash truck party! I’ve got this! Right? But this year I’m a little bit … exhausted! Okay,… Read More Construction Birthday Party? Nailed it!
Friday was my big appointment with the rheumatologist. The one I’ve been waiting months for. It was supposed to be DIAGNOSIS Day. I was supposed to find DIRECTION. We were going to develop a plan of attack and beat this thing. I was hoping for lots of ANSWERS!!! (Okay, so that doesn’t start with ‘D,’ but… Read More My very own ‘D-Day’
A couple years ago, my stepson came to visit for Thanksgiving. We were overjoyed to see him, but startled by his appearance. While away at college, he had been very ill and dropped about 35 lbs. He looked so skinny and frail, and his clothes hung loosely about him. Everywhere we went, he was met with… Read More Update: el pelo (that’s “hair” in Spanish)
It’s everywhere. In my bed. On my clothes. In my food. All over the house. I even spot strands of it stuck to my children and my husband. Probably from hugs. I’ve been out of ICU for about 12 weeks, and now I’m losing my hair. Handfuls, brushes and combs full. For the past month. And it’s… Read More Losing it
“He once thought it himself, that he might die of grief: for his wife, his daughters, his sisters, his father, and master [all dead] … But the pulse, obdurate, keeps its rhythm. You think you cannot keep breathing, but your ribcage has other ideas, rising and falling, emitting sighs. You must thrive in spite of… Read More Being still