These days mark the two year anniversary of the death of Ronan Thompson…. Together you helped me raise $500 dollars for the Ronan Thompson Foundation but truth be told I’d raise a million more if I could. No mother should have to lose her baby boy. In honor of Ronan, wear purple this weekend. As…
Growing up, like most people’s parents, mine worked really hard, putting in long hours and having only a few weeks of vacation to show for it. For my dad, work meant traveling to faraway places for long periods of time. I can distinctly recall the summer of 1990, when he spent three long months in…
I saw this on Facebook and loved it. I’m not sure where it came from, and I don’t own the rights to it. I don’t understand why these things just keep happening. I don’t understand why of all of the things a person could do is ruin the one thing for so many people…
I struggled in writing this post because I truly feel that is impossible to sum up the weight and gravity of it all. I’ve tried writing this five times… gathering up facts and quotes to convince you all why donating to the Ronan Thompson Foundation is worth foregoing that cup of coffee or a trip…
There are things you just can’t prepare for…. things like the awkward silence that comes after you tell your mother that you’re not coming home to America in 2014, but probably in 2015, and “Don’t worry Mom, definitely before 2016.” It’s the part of living abroad, living a life less ordinary, miles away from those…
There’s a bit of an UGH in Christmas this year, the downfall of missing my first, yes first, Christmas at home with my family ever. 30 years of Christmas Eve’s with my family followed by Christmas morning with my parents. 31 years and the screeching halt of brakes on my Christmas train. As I write…
I find that Mondays are the hardest. We Skype with family a lot on the weekends and there’s hour-long chats about one another’s’ goings on, laughs about the weird things that Papa eats at lunch or what our nephew is up to. When those days don’t come, it leaves a void in the week, like…
And it could be me. Sorry, sitting down to blog after running…… these are the titles that scream to me, “COME ON, you KNOW you want to write it!” Seriously though, it stinks in here, and it’s not me. It most definitely is my husband’s other love. Cheese. When we arrived in France, Papa decided…
I said I wasn’t going to blog about the fact that I ate horse meat in Iceland because a.) People who I know and love LOVE horses. Ride them. Own them. b.) I don’t want to offend anyone. That being said, I’ve been struggling writing about life without sounded a bit too pretentious or vague…
I’m late to the party. Thank you Ez for starting this. A while back Audrey wrote an inspiring post about things she has never told her readers. I found it to be honest, raw, and refreshing. And it frightened me. To be honest, the only reason I blog “anonymously” is because I am a therapist….
