My memoir, which I've not finished writing, has been given an unwanted sequel. Not by Matt, my 31-year-old son who was diagnosed with a brain tumor when he was 11. By a close family member, who just received that same diagnosis. I can't give more details yet, out of respect for this person's privacy, but… Continue reading Finding hope in the chaos of life.
I was a gardener long before I became a writer, and it's still one of my passions. It's why you haven't heard much from me lately--when the nice weather beckons me to the garden, I go. Last year, I wrote about the deer that wreaked havoc on all my hard work (in the garden, not… Continue reading Gardener, writer, writer, gardener, not always in the same order.
It's a rainy spring day here, which reminds me of my true earthworm story that I shared last year. You can read it below. I'm amazed to see that I left out a critical part of the story, about why I left my job, a decision prompted by earthworms. (Yeah, just read the story.) It's… Continue reading Earthworms have it so great.
Today, I'm expanding my writing world by attending a session of the New York State Writers Institute to hear Cokie Roberts, illustrious journalist and broadcaster, speak on Writing about Women's History. The only women's history I plan to write about is my own, but I'm happy for the opportunity to connect with other writers. If… Continue reading When in need, a friend beats technology.
This year, for better or for worse, social media, the airwaves, and maybe even the pulpit will be full of everyone's take on the fact that Easter falls on April Fool's Day. I have nothing unique or clever to add, so I'll keep this post simple. Last year, I was feeling blue about Easter; you… Continue reading No foolin’ this year.
I almost missed it—National Brian Injury Awareness month, recognized in March. Maybe it wasn’t on my radar because I don’t talk much about my son’s brain injury; I talk of the brain tumor that caused it. They are intertwined in my story, the tumor in and the injury to his brain. Not much of my story… Continue reading The anomaly of my story.
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 Spring cocooning.
I posted the story below last March. All that's changed this St. Patrick's Day is that my sons are a year older, and I guess that means I am, too. It's a little late in the day for the morning tradition I describe, but never too late to enjoy a good story. I got a… Continue reading Green milk and a pot o’ gold.
I overslept this morning, Valentine's Day, getting up not too long before Michael, my husband, left for work. When I came down to the kitchen, on the counter sat a big red envelope on which he had drawn my name in a heart pierced with an arrow. I had intended to be up before him… Continue reading Self-acceptance and spouse-acceptance on Valentine’s Day.
As I’m transferring my blogs from The Well Nested Life to this site, I’m providing updates as needed. This one has a funny story I’ve been waiting to tell. About a year ago, I wrote a blog threatening to demand payback from my husband for all the times I “held the dumb end of a… Continue reading The dumb end of a tape measure. A life lesson in patience.