I wrote this post nearly one year ago on a day when memories from my past came, seemingly, out of nowhere and left me shaking and feeling helpless. While I’m not a fan of these emotional onslaughts they have taught …
A Day for All Kinds of Hearts
Valentine’s Day is celebrated with candy hearts and cards, but there are a group of families in Parkland, Florida that will forever remember it as the day that their loved ones, 14 of them students, died. I couldn’t help but …
A Tragedy, a Gift, and a Reminder to Breathe
On this last day of January, I thought I would share my thoughts on the New Year, the gift that is my daughter, and how the two led me to a few non-resolution resolutions for 2019.
Don’t Stop, Just Slow Down
My daughter is a powerhouse of intellect, wry humor, and so much natural athletic ability that it sometimes doesn’t seem fair. In her short lifetime, she has played soccer, volleyball, basketball, and softball. One week into the new school year …
Back to the (Outlander) Beginning
Nearly three years ago, I sat in the unfurnished living room of my new home and waited for the rest of my family to arrive with the moving truck that held all of the tangible elements of our lives. The …
Why Vanity Fair’s Outlander Season 4 Photos Captured the Spirit of Drums of Autumn (and Entertainment Weekly Didn’t)
A few weeks ago, Entertainment Weekly released its Outlander Season 4 cover images and a few additional images to go along with them. They were meant to provide succor to parched Droughtlander sufferers but my thirst was not slaked, not even …
When a Sad Ending is an Unexpected Beginning
I wrote the words below one night after checking on my sleeping daughter. Her face, so innocent, so sweet, so different from mine and yet so similar stopped me in my tracks. I realized that she was here because of …
Aunt Carole and The Gift of Laughter
My aunt Carole died on this weekend 30 years ago. She was on a return trip home, likely from the grocery store, when the car she was driving slammed into the back of a truck. She was nearly home. Carole …
Anthony Bourdain and the Shadowed Places
I sat in stunned silence when I heard that Anthony Bourdain was dead. The silence quickly transitioned to tears that flowed for the remainder of the day. As I cried at the breakfast table my lovely man looked at me …
