Connect

I was having one of those crazy motherhood-freelancing-husband working late shifts-holiday season-pregnancy weeks that makes me wonder, “Why am I voluntarily adding blogging on top of all this again…?” Then I received an email from the universe. Or more, specifically, an email from a very thoughtful stranger named Jill, who unknowingly knew just what I needed … More Connect

Nostalgia

Nostalgia: pleasure and sadness that is caused by remembering something from the past. Where is your most nostalgic place? For me, it would definitely be my childhood home. Because before it was my home, it was my dad’s… and his brothers’… and my grandparents’. My first memory on RR 66 includes a hazy, toddler-height view of my … More Nostalgia

Great Expectations

“That was a memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. But, it is the same with any life… Pause, you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of … More Great Expectations

The Missing Guest

You’d think that the hardest time after losing someone would be the anniversary of the person’s death. Instead, it’s often a day of happiness and dreams fulfilled, a time when you feel the deceased should be there to witness something you know would’ve been so important to them. For me, it’s remembering my mother-in-law on … More The Missing Guest

Loss and Legacy

Here are some of the many special people this community is remembering today, along with a little snapshot as to why. I hope this project inspires you to share your own story of a loved one. Loss does not take away legacy. It simply leaves it in our hands to champion that tale. I wish you a … More Loss and Legacy

Taxing Poetic

What I was prepared for was preparing my taxes. A pile of paperwork sat close at hand. An empty spreadsheet awaited the figures of another year gone by. What I wasn’t prepared for was an existential crisis. It’s no coincidence that Shirley, my incredible grandma-in-law, died nearly a year ago. It was a year after I started … More Taxing Poetic