Home, again.

I am absolutely brimming with stories to tell; I have good stories, funny stories, warm stories, and a love story. But I haven't been able to write, because I have been too busy doing this thing called living. So, I decided that while I took the time to craft and publish these stories, today, I would republish the story that ...

Peeps & Company.

On this site I have become known for some specific things: I speak openly and honestly about mental health, I say the hard truths that others may be afraid to articulate, I genuinely strive to make peoples' lives better, I never turn down a dance party, and I love Peeps. I have written about my love of the sugary marshmallow candy ...

Dear Diary, Saint Motel and rage no more.

I mentioned on Monday that this has been a really unusual time for my little family, filled with hills and valleys (I likened it to a mountain, before, but I will make it simple, tonight). I wrote about how on Sunday we did things like Build Bears, eat popovers and lose our son in the mall ...

Sister things.

I write a lot on here about my dear, beloved friends, who are like my sisters. We talk constantly, see each other whenever possible and are as close as friends can be. But I am also lucky enough to have an actual sister; She has appeared many times on here throughout the years, and although we ...

#teamMEA

This is a love letter to my team. Not my "outpatient team"; certainly not when I played Penn Valley Junior Girls Basketball and was on Miami; this is a love letter to #teamMEA. Dearest Loves, For someone who loves words, I am having trouble finding the right ones; this is the hardest love letter I have ever ...

March Forth, With Love.

The fourth of March has been an important day for me for many years. It is a happy day and it is a sad day. First, happy. March 4th is my girl J's birthday, and yesterday she celebrated the big 3-0. I stayed up until midnight so I could make sure to wish her a "Happy Day" ...

My angels.

In the span of 20 hours, I was given two signs, one from each of my angels. I am choosing to interpret them as reminders to be strong. It is hard, sometimes, to remember, but, as my fortune cookies said on Sunday night, "Fate will find a way." Yesterday my mom randomly spotted this feather on the ground, next ...

I will never forget.

Yesterday, as I said, I had a tough day. I rebounded, though, primarily because of your supportive notes and comments and messages, so I thank you. I feel blessed. Today, however, is a day that I will never forget. And that because today was one of my best days as a parent; one of the best ...