This song has always reminded me of my brother. He is almost ten years my senior, but he has always been like my little brother. He would wake me up on Christmas morning at 4 a.m. to check our stockings with the enthusiasm of a child. His dreams are unconstrained and though they rarely come to fruition, he's always imagining the possibilities. A ( Read more... )

It has been five years since I lost my Gram. I'm sitting here sniffing a bar of soap that I took from her house after she died, Caress is the strongest smell to bring her back to me. I'm listening to the song they played at her funeral and sobbing. No, not sobbing, physically heaving. I'm wrapped in her sweater and next to me is a notebook full of ( Read more... )

A couple months ago I posted this entry about the scar on my cheek, with the story and recent photos ( Read more... )

Pictures from the trip to Maine below the cut
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It occurred to me yesterday that I've never posted a picture of 'my scar.' I've talked about it a couple times and eluded to the basic story in a recent post about close-call accidents. This is my scar and my story.

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My mom was just diagnosed with MS.

I've just finished reading the more than 150 posts since I left on Friday. Sorry if I didn't comment, but I honestly did read about glitter poo, puppy eyes, teeth soap, eyebrow woes, silly Irish wolfhounds, coupon mishaps, lots of new decor, backward steps, best friend drama, and an adorable baby bump with mickey ears ( Read more... )

I went with girl to her appointment at the Pain Management Clinic today. Here's the deal, she's getting an epidural, with some pain meds and steroids mixed in. They do three injections two weeks apart. If she responds well to the first or second injections then she can wait on the others until she needs them and if the injection doesn't help at all ( Read more... )

This post has been two years in the making, I haven't been able to form the words to articulate what has happened to my family, as if putting it on 'paper' would make it real. Even thinking about it now, my eyes are welling with tears. This isn't an uplifting post or a ho-hum post either. It's about my mom and her rough road. I've wanted to write ( Read more... )