with complete Dear Michaela blog
On a recent blog entry, someone finished their comment with, "See you next month!" I had to think about that for a minute. Did someone think I wrote monthly blogs? Then it hit me. It's October. Next month is November. The anniversary of Michaela's kidnapping. Can I tell you how much I don't want to... Continue Reading →
Since you asked (really, you did!), I am still alive. And things are looking up a little bit. Winter was long and hard. It was cold and wet, it was filled with sickness and injuries in my household. I had a major identity crisis, which has alllllmost been resolved. You probably will not believe this,... Continue Reading →
I took the photo above on a trip through the detour around the California wildfires last summer. It looked like even the sun was on fire. I didn't live anywhere near the fires, although I did live near enough that the Bay Area was covered with smoke that pushed air quality into hazardous ranges that... Continue Reading →
First of all, let me assure you that I am feeling better. Much, much, much better. So no need to send advice, or to call 911, although prayers are always welcome. But for the last few months I have been trudging through the deepest darkness. I've had my daughter kidnapped. I've had my mother die. I've... Continue Reading →
Okay, I've been a little crabby lately. My new anti-seizure med, keppra, is known for making people irritable and depressed. It took awhile for this side effect to make itself felt. I think as long as things were sailing along in life, it was cool. What I have found to be true about depression, though,... Continue Reading →
I am a very imperfect person, living an imperfect life, in the company of imperfect people. Am I disappointed? Oh yes. I am very disappointed in many things in life, myself above all! So what should I do with that disappointment? Well, at best I should use it as a motivator to change things for... Continue Reading →
I was babysitting my four month old grandson yesterday, and he was intently observing me eat a scone. I told him, not long now and you will be able to eat scones, too. But when I said that, I realized something. He has no concept of ever being able to eat a scone himself. To... Continue Reading →
Still 'round the corner there may wait a new road or secret gate And though I oft have passed them by The day will come at last when I Will take the hidden paths that run West of the moon, east of the sun JRR Tolkien For those who don't know, I am in the... Continue Reading →
