Two years ago, I started a blog called The Well Nested Life; this month, I’ll close that site down. I’ve moved all my blogs over to this current site, so I’ve retained my words, but I have to say goodbye to the dream. Closing my blog feels like I’m losing an old friend. With some brainstorming…Continue Reading
It’s ironic that my essay, Why I hide my truth, posted today at The Sunlight Press. The irony is that yesterday, David and Goliath duked it out within me about that very thing–sharing my truth when I’m most vulnerable. Goliath fought to keep truth in; David fought for its freedom. I’ve been battling chronic health problems…Continue Reading
I know—that’s a mouthful—maybe not the best introduction to this quick post (yes, another one) about living a simple life, but it’s so meaningful, I had to tell you. A few days ago, I had a final draft ready of this essay: My aha! moment. The gift of a simple life. I scheduled it to…Continue Reading
I finally sat down today with my freelance editor’s notes on section 1 of my memoir manuscript. Section 1 describes the years leading up to my son’s diagnosis with a brain tumor. My editor told me it would need a lot of work, and it does. So often in her notes, my editor questions why…Continue Reading
Happy Spring! I don’t know about you, but at my house, it looks nothing like spring. We still have a good foot of snow on the lawn, with a pile of plowed snow at the end of the driveway at least four feet tall. We also have that glorious late afternoon sun that shines until past…Continue Reading
I had planned a relaxing family Christmas vacation visiting my parents on the west coast. Since my Mom and Dad moved out there several years ago, my east coast clan of four have had precious little time with them, and this was our chance to catch up. All three of my guys – my husband and two sons – were able to take time off from work. My parents, in their eighties, are in relatively good health, but who knows how long that will continue?
I was looking forward to a great trip, maybe the last that the six of us would havetogether.
Then I found out that my sister from Chicago would be visiting as well. And my brother from Pittsburgh. And another brother and his family from Charlotte.Continue Reading
As a gardener here in the northeast, winter isn’t exactly my favorite season. Other than drooling over the seed catalogs that get sown in my January mailbox, there’s not much to do, garden-wise. Instead of transplanting perennials, I’m moving snow again from the sidewalk to the … well, wherever I can find a place that doesn’t already have a three foot pile. For me, digging in the snow is not at all as satisfying as digging in the earth. And it’s surreal to imagine that all that dirty wet stuff will actually give way to a lawn and beautiful blooms in too many long months.Continue Reading