I spent a few hours sitting under a tree with Harper this afternoon watching the boys help Paul wash our cars. “Be careful! Don’t get that soap in your eyes, it may kill you!!!” Said the dramatic one with authority. Always so over the top I thought as I passed a Cheerio to Harper. … Continue reading
Babes with Brains is asking for your help and support. Would you help me raise awareness and raise funds for brain tumor research? My family and I as well as numerous friends will be participating for the 6th year in the Southeastern Brain Tumor Foundation’s 13th Annual Race for Research. Our team “Babes with Brains”, has raised nearly $40,000 since 2007 and we’re … Continue reading
I remember clear blue skies, warm air and feeling carefree. I remember having no fear. I remember the patients in the waiting room and the litany of questions from the PA as he looked at my scans. I remember feeling ambivalent and wondering why I needed to be there. I remember the surgeon. I remember … Continue reading
Sometimes the combination of persistence and luck works out. I stalked this fellow from flower to flower until we finally met face to face… or at least through my lens we did. I almost think he looks like he’s smiling. Thanks for being patient with me Mr. bumblebee! I, as well as my entire garden, really appreciate your hard work.
Just in case you missed the news, May is Brain Tumor Awareness month. Like other patients facing cancers, horrid and catastrophic diseases who have months of awareness, the brain tumor community has carved out our own 31 days on the schedule too. So here we are… May 1, 2012. 30 more days to go. Rather than spending a month spewing out facts, figures, emerging research and statistics, I’d … Continue reading
A kiss last week. Just a kiss in the kitchen. Nothing more and nothing less. While the boys pretended to vomit and laugh, they watched Paul and I in a moment we’ve repeated thousands of times throughout our relationship. However, it was the first time I’d ever paused to consider what, if anything, was … Continue reading
Because life is meant to be shared. Because all of life’s adventures are not pretty and perfectly packaged. Because too many people edit their lives and only share the pretty of life. Because this is our life and it’s not always pretty. That is why I write. We’ve been home for a week. Spring break … Continue reading
People call me a survivor and they do so for all the wrong reasons. It drives me crazy. Bat-shit crazy. No one ever called me a survivor until I got a brain tumor. Suddenly, I have a brain tumor, crappy pathology, an undesirable diagnosis, I’m still alive and BOOM!… Now I’m a survivor! Ding, Ding, … Continue reading
I’ve been up at some point in the middle of the night nearly every night since becoming a mother almost 9 years ago. Whether it’s a noise, crying child, dog walking through the house with tags jingling, storms rumbling in the distance or sirens, it’s generally my ears that hear it all first. A few … Continue reading
I figure if I had the audacity back in November to proclaim that I was going to train and actually run a half marathon, I should go ahead and come clean that I’m not. I tried. I really did. I followed a schedule. I was making progress and I was ticking off those miles. I … Continue reading
I’m not sure how to define where I’ve been. I’ve been lurking somewhere between home, carpool, Costco, a ball field, my car, kitchen and virtually a million other places. Oh, how I’ve longed to sit here and write and oh!, how I have failed. Trust me, posts are there and words are stacked up in my head like rush hour traffic in Atlanta on … Continue reading
From near and far we gathered. Flights arrived from Los Angeles, Chicago, Dallas, Hartford and Boston. Road trips were made from Virginia, North and South Carolina. Schedules were cleared, time was set aside to gather together, hundreds of emails were sent, maps and directions checked and double checked, party rentals ordered, copious amounts of food … Continue reading
I spend a lot of time in the kitchen, especially on the weekends. Call me a short order cook. If asked, I’ll cook my family anything they ask for and often spend hours on end prepping, cooking and cleaning to only repeat it again and again until we tuck the wee ones in bed at night. Don’t get me wrong, I … Continue reading
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