Happy New Year ~ what will 2018 bring?

I'm ready to jump into 2018.  Not really because jumping would probably put me in bed for a week but I will gingerly step into the new year. First and foremost, I do not do New Year Resolutions.  I have a life resolution to never resolve anything on the first of the year.  However, I've... Continue Reading →

Happy Birthday To Me

While I haven't posted anything in a while I've been writing several times.  I just haven't been able to make anything public.  This time of year is always difficult for me and it's hard for me to expose myself during this season. As a child, December was the best time of year.  My birthday was... Continue Reading →

Trying Massage…one more time

Part of the issue with Fibro is that my muscles are extremely tight and I always feel like I just worked out hard.  You know that feeling a day or two after you have exercised in a way your body isn't used to?  That's how I always feel but without the benefits of the workout.... Continue Reading →

Brightening up a gray, wet Fall day

Not one of my best days. It's damp and cold outside which always equals painful hands and hips at a minimum.  today it's hands, hips, knees, and neck. Despite the yuckiness of the weather and my body, I have a lot of color in my life to be grateful for. Even though my body protested... Continue Reading →

A sad attempt at poetry

Shakespeare, I'm clearly not.  But I was so moved by reading some work from our current poet laureate, Tracy K. Smith.  She is inspiring and if you have an opportunity pick up one of her books even if you don't think of yourself as a poetry reader. I didn't think of myself as a poetry reader... Continue Reading →

Laughter is the best medicine

If you are very lucky you will have certain people in your life that fill your cup.  People that give you a sense of belonging and provide a sense of security that feels like a warm blanket just by being in their presence. It goes without saying that my family fills that role for me.... Continue Reading →

About my girls, because they asked…

My girls are not your usual teenagers.  Oh sure, they have extremely messy rooms that require hazmat suits to enter.  They can roll their eyes like it is an Olympic sport they have been training for and can express their entire range of emotions by the way they walk (or stomp, or trudge) up the... Continue Reading →

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