My husband and I went out to dinner last night and I had the most amazing Turmeric Rice. Continue reading
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When numbers really don’t matter, yet they do.
Here’s a little update to add to your Happy New Year celebrations: Continue reading
On workouts and thank yous.

Ruby Wren … that little hand says it all.
After basically 6 weeks in the hospital, Tommy’s finally home and healing. Continue reading
On asking for a hand with some really heavy lifting.
I personally thought the chemo was going to be the scariest part. They told us that Tommy Continue reading
On tears at the nurses’ station.
I had a bit of a “moment” about midway through my shift the other day. I was walking down the hall and all of the sudden I felt that tickly feeling sneaking up behind my eyes. Continue reading
On learning to walk gently in some really cute shoes.

Ruby Wren – 18 adorable months old
It’s so quiet here today. After yesterday being so full of giggles and snuggles and endless snacks, today just seems unnaturally silent. Almost deafening in its stillness. Continue reading
On grumpy simple craving.
Sometimes I really want things to just get easier. I can’t help it. I do. I know I probably seem like a bratty bellyacher even thinking like that, but today … I really can’t seem to help myself. Continue reading
On idiotic checklists and bullfrogs that just matter.
Okay … so confession time. I had something to say last night, and I really didn’t want to spend today (my last day off before working the weekend) sitting inside at my computer. So I sat down right then, and got a few things off my mind. Late last night, I finally hit “publish”, and then went on to bed. Continue reading
When you’re staring down Monday.
No matter what your profession, there are just some days where a little help is needed to put one foot in front of the other and go do it all over again.
On letting thieves come in.
I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately. I can’t really attach a name to it other than I just feel quiet. If you look at me from the outside, I can still talk and laugh and function like everybody else. But on the inside … my heart just feels strangely subdued. Muted. Silenced. Hushed. Continue reading