The North Wind is Blowing

I’m closing on the first place of my own in two weeks. Most people would be ecstatic. I’m feeling a little panicked. Buying a place provides me with roots and suggests permanency. I've been an unintentional gypsy for so many years that when the north wind blows, I follow it. Renting has made that a... Continue Reading →

Advent: Hope

Isaiah 2:1-5 The word that Isaiah son of Amoz saw concerning Judah and Jerusalem. In days to come the mountain of the Lord’s house shall be established as the highest of the mountains, and shall be raised above the hills, all the nations shall stream to it. Many peoples shall come and say, “Come, let... Continue Reading →

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 →

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