Today marks two years since Poppy got her cast off. As I looked back at photos this morning, it almost felt like watching someone else's life. I can't believe we did that. I have done plenty of hard things, but the "our baby is in a spica cast" season was particularly hard. Sleep deprived and … Continue reading I can do hard things.
Last week was my mom's birthday. She would have turned 71...I can't believe it. She went to heaven at 52 and she barely even had a gray hair. Although she did get her hair "frosted" so maybe it was in there somewhere. Nonetheless, she was young and beautiful and I hate that she's gone. I … Continue reading Stepping Into the Gaps
We are traveling back to Southern California soon for a visit and I keep catching myself saying, "when we're home we can..." But last week we put Arizona plates on our cars and we are daily running into people we "know" at the store. Today I am chasing down three packages that got accidentally sent to the … Continue reading Home
Our hamster died last night. And while we didn't necessarily want a hamster (we got him in a white elephant gift exchange at a Christmas party) he was a sweet little part of our family. He came with all the fixins- a cage, food, bedding and a name. Stan. In honor of our beloved leader … Continue reading Stan Spiderman Day
Just over two years ago, we moved to the house on Courage Street. It seemed fitting- like a banner proclaiming the courage we had mustered in the hard years leading up to that move. Little did I know the courage it would take to move in here, welcome our third baby a month later, help … Continue reading Courage Street
I finally have some time to carve out for writing but I find lately that I just don't have anything to say. Shocking, I know. There are too many heavy things going on in my life and in the world around me. Sometimes I hold back because I don't have anything nice to say. And … Continue reading Cover the Field
I am a runner. And by that I mean I ran once, today, for the first time in over a year. And I am rusty. Real rusty. I can count on my fingers the number of runs I've taken in the past few years and today was especially painful/awesome. In an effort to take care … Continue reading I am a runner.