Since I failed reconsidered and revised my goal to post daily this month, I was challenged to figure out how to name this post. It didn't seem right to call it "Day 12" or "Day 13" in sequence after "Day 11," which posted May 12 (because I missed May 1). And it was too odd to… Continue reading Brain Tumor Awareness Month, Day 19
Yesterday, I was so busy enjoying Mothers Day, I forgot to write a daily post, which ruined my perfect record so far this month. Now I don't know what to call this day, so I've dubbed it "Day X." The truth is, I didn't enjoy all of Mother's Day. I enjoyed when my son… Continue reading Brain Tumor Awareness Month. Day X.
Years ago, when I first started writing my memoir, I had a working title I thought was so clever, it would become a best seller on the title’s merits alone. The title was based on the idea that there were no good guys or bad guys in the story of my son Matt’s rumble with… Continue reading Brain Tumor Awareness Month, Day 6.
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 Serendipitous simplicity
I read a lot of memoirs, not just to study my craft, but because I’m fascinated by the human experience. I love being invited into people’s lives, especially to witness how they respond to and grow from adversity. When I read or hear another person's story, I almost always learn something about myself. That’s what… Continue reading My aha! moment. The gift of a simple life.
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 I don’t know me.
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.
[I posted this last year here but, tis the season, so here's an update. BTW - I still didn't know who was playing this year and where until I looked at the paper this morning!] OK, right off the bat, er, pigskin, let me admit that I’m not a huge sports fan. This is how… Continue reading Promises to a Super Bowl fan from his non-fan wife.