Secrets

It's so strange. How we keep secrets. And so human. It comes so naturally to us, that we are often uncomfortable around people who are open and honest about themselves. We've had some interesting responses -- Dave and I -- to his candid sharing and to this blog. But there is a place where we …

Weighing In

I've often been a swinging pendulum . . . an all or nothing kind of gal. Throwing all my energy here and then way over there.  Terribly messy and then Mommy Dearest-clean. Totally opposed to something and then really excited about it . . . and then not, again. . . But I'm fairly certain it's better to live life more like a scale than …

“It don’t matter at all where you played before, California’s a brand new game”

 The camp years are going to be a challenge to write about. Many people reading this blog were a part of our life then and are still today. We still live in the same community and it's very likely I'll run into someone in the grocery store and I'll stand there at the check-out wondering …

“All the voices calling out to me”

Moms do a lot of driving. There've been days when I've put a hundred miles on the car even though most of my trips are only a few miles. School, the other school, and then the next one, work, the store, the other store that has the thing I couldn' t find at the first …

“Fix it ’til it’s broke”

People are the way they are for a reason. I took a test a few weeks ago. The kind I love -- asking lots of questions about me. The is called Strengthsfinder. And I'm completely fascinated by it. I do realize we aren't all the same. But when I saw the results of the test, my …

Insanity

At the deepest level, one addiction is the same as another. Sugar, caffeine, alcohol, cigarettes, drugs. The more you have, the more you want. All have the potential to be habit forming. But they don't all have the same price tag. Unlike some other addictions, the signs of over-using tramadol aren't immediately obvious. There was …

Maybe it’s me

There are days, weeks, months and even years in our history that are still difficult to talk about. Even last night, enjoying a lovely and rare meal out, discussing the blog -- we both have a hard time talking about certain memories. It's so unlike our life today. Sometimes it seems like a foggy nightmare. …