Not Merely Pretty

Every once in a while, I feel like this needs to be re-visited. Our society gets hung up way too much on an impossible standard of beauty. No matter how physically beautiful someone is, there's always some flaw to be found or someone more beautiful. That bar is a unicorn - never to be seen... Continue Reading →

Forbidden Memories

A few weeks ago, I had blogged about memories popping into my head from our hospital stay back in February. It was a long, brutal, emotional month and in the days following Bryan's death, those memories would creep into my mind threatening to consume me. I would slam the door in their face. I wasn't... Continue Reading →

65 Roses

A couple of years before Bryan was born, a little 4-year-old overheard his mother talking on the phone about Cystic Fibrosis. His young brain heard "65 roses". That marked the beginning of the unconventional nickname for the disease that ultimately took Bryan's life. Today, I got that rose tattooed on my right arm as a... Continue Reading →

Don’t Slow Down or You’ll Die

When Bryan was little, a commercial for Cystic Fibrosis came on TV. I don't know what the commercial was, but it apparently didn't have a good outcome, because he declared, "That's not going to be me." Anyone who knew Bryan knew he did things almost at a manic pace while trying to cram as many... Continue Reading →

Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying

In the Shawshank Redemption, Andy says, "I guess it comes down to a simple choice, really. Get busy living or get busy dying." I haven't really posted much these last few months. Bryan and I were busy trying to live. Growing up with cystic fibrosis, Bryan always was busy living. By the time I came along,... Continue Reading →

Night at the Mexican Restaurant

One of my favorite things to do as a writer is to go someplace by myself, get a good drink, eat some good food, eavesdrop on conversations around me, and write about them. Tonight, I went to a Mexican spot that's known for good cheap food and AWESOME guacamole. And margaritas. I decided to share... Continue Reading →

Making Room for Dialysis

One of my little projects has been to move the lovely, but HUGE table out of our dining area. This lovely dining table belonged to his grandparents and is part of a set of antique dining furniture. The whole set is beautiful, but that darned dining table is ENORMOUS. It doesn't fit very well in... Continue Reading →

Separating Families at Our Borders

I love my country. I don't always love what our representatives do. Case in point - our immigration policies. We claim to be a Christian country, but yet we are separating one of the most sacred units we have as Christians. Our family units are precious and we should treat EVERYONE'S family unit as such.... Continue Reading →

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