Sometimes when you have just received a great amount of trauma and stress, a part of your brain goes into heightened auto pilot, allowing you to do things you ordinarily are incapable of doing especially on very little sleep, so that you can survive whatever you need to in order to take care of business. To just get past it. …
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Positive Energy
What is it that they say, what doesn’t kill you makes you poorer? Or is it stronger? In my case, it’s more of the first than the latter, but I’ll have to admit: retail therapy sure is a whole lot more fun than wallowing in fear and self-doubt. We got to bring my father home from the hospital Monday night, …
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Family First
Not too long ago my dad confessed that he’d never changed any of our diapers. Ever. Three daughters, zero diaper changes. He would be the first to tell you that he was never the warm and fuzzy, hands-on father type, but for as long as I can remember, one single look of disapproval from him was enough to stop a …
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From The Sidewalk To The Catwalk
This is how behind I am. Today I’m posting about a lovely day I had in Dallas a few weeks ago as I’m sitting in my hotel room in yet another city I sometimes wish I lived in that I’ll write about later. I meant to write about that visit to Big D when it happened because, if you are …
New Year, New Blog
Today begins the Year of the Dragon, which is a big deal in my family because it also marks my dad’s 72nd year, or 6th cycle as a dragon. We keep hoping he will make good on his threat and finally retire from his beloved profession as educator–and spend more time as a writer…and blogger. Yes, today I’m announcing that …