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Welcome to my blog, a place where I document when life gets lifey.
Welcome to my blog, a place where I document when life gets lifey.
Over the past year, I have spent many hours walking in and around this park. Here are 40 of the 100s of photos I took at Kennedy-King Park and the Landmark for Peace in the first year of the pandemic.
I call this one Captain House.
Two weeks. That’s all it took for my son to become infected by COVID-19 after he returned to college.
Letting go of my dad was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.
Some of my favorite moments with my boys are spent on chairlifts.
Two, I mean three, of my favorite graduates.
Yesterday, I said it again: This is not how I pictured my life. It’s a phrase I have uttered far too many times over the past several years.
I didn’t want to like the book, Daring Greatly by Brené Brown. I’ve had my fill of self-help, personal transformation, and pop psychology books.
Dear Stizzle,
Last night you told me you didn’t want to live anymore. You have said it before, but this time I could feel the sheer desperation seeping out of your every pore and it scared me.
I write this as I sit in my ex-husband’s apartment. I brought the boys over to spend some time with him before we head to my brother’s house for our Thanksgiving meal.
Heartbreak. All over America, people are talking of their heartbreak. On this day after the election of Donald Trump as our next president, many people feel as if some sort of joke has gone terribly wrong.
