Today, I placed a single white rose on Kurt Vonnegut’s grave. Well… kind of. Today I went on a wild goose chase for Kurt Vonnegut’s grave, ultimately learned that his final resting place is unknown to anyone, and instead left a rose on his father’s grave, but I mean, it was the same name, so … More Contradictions
Words fail me. They never use to. Words were always my friend. They had my back. Even when sometimes they were a bit unrefined, impulsive, sharp- they were there. Over the past few weeks words have been hit or miss with me. Sometimes my mind is loud, the words are clear. But some days they … More Well Done
I flung myself off of the mountain months ago. Maybe I didn’t fling, maybe I was pushed, maybe I tripped. I don’t exactly know how I ended up in a free fall, but I know that about a year ago, I ended up free falling, and not in the cute Tom Petty kind of way. … More Rocky Rocky Rock Bottom
My 65-year-old neighbor puts my trashcan out on the street for me every Friday morning. It’s the smallest gesture, but it means the absolute world to me. My next-door neighbors are originally from Nigeria. Earlier this year, they learned that my husband had stage four cancer, and the wife of the pair rushed out one … More First World Probs.
One of my favorite stories in the Bible is the one about Elijah giving the prophets of Baal hell. Doesn’t sound familiar? Probably because this isn’t really the take away that most people get out of this story, and it is certainly never the Sunday School lesson theme. You may know it better by the … More Sometimes Faith Shakes
I broke up with Stephen King about three years ago. We had a solid go of it for a while- I’d read his books, he’d scare me half to death, and then a few months later I’d forgive him and we’d pick up where we left off- the next book. We would then do the … More You Are What You Read
Yesterday, Andrew and I celebrated our second wedding anniversary. For those of you who didn’t marry a traditionalist like I did, the second wedding anniversary is the cotton anniversary. In addition to being a traditionalist, my husband is a sentimentalists. What this means is: I have a tub full of t-shirts in my basement that … More The Lucky Ones
I have recently begun to spend time in my own pain. This is not a natural thing for me. This is not a natural thing for most people, particularly those of my generation. We live in a world where distractions are around every corner. We live in a world where we can meticulously link together … More Me and These Emotions
Saturdays are for the boys. As I struggled to write the intro to this blog, my husband offered this opening sentence as his contribution. We both laughed it off, then I wrote it down at the top of my word document, and now here it is. The perfect intro. Because despite the joking nature of … More A Season of Saturday
People say we have a story to tell. One day, we sat down and wrote out the whole timeline of Andrew’s cancer. We wrote a month to month rendition of everything that has gone down from original diagnoses to the most recent prognosis. We spared no details because the details are ingrained in us. We … More How We Choose to Tell a Hard Story
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