35,000 + lives are claimed each year from automobile accidents (iihs.org). This week, a crash could have claimed two more. My mom and I were involved in a terrible car accident two days ago.
After getting my first bike in decades, I set a mental goal to be able to ride to our local library. Imagining the trip was easy. The sun was shining, the warm breeze gently blew my hair away from my face, and I pedaled with delight towards my destination.
Remember how intently we looked at our faces when we were younger? Critically analyzing every potential spot and wrinkle?
Last week I had my daughter clean my glasses for me. The world seemed blurry, no matter how much I wiped them down and angled them on my nose. She declared the glasses were fine; my eyes were the problem. It isn’t just regular optical sight we struggle with. We… Read More
3 reasons cause me to pick up the phone and dial the mammography office each year. Their names are Kim, Kathy and Jeni. I don’t always call in the right month, though I used to. As the years pass, my penchant for orderly appointments gets shoved aside. My reminder letter, pushed to the bottom of… Read More
We step up to the line every day. Our toes wiggle in nervous anticipation as they near the edge. My feet used to be ready to jump. Reckless as they lofted my body into the waiting universe toward whatever came at me. Bring it on, they’d shout with enthusiasm. Somewhere along the way I learned… Read More
Neurofibromatosis- What A superhero REALLY looks like See this cute little five- year-old face? It belongs to my niece T. She is cuddly and giggly. Her imagination is fantastic and she loves to swim and take horseback riding lessons. She adores animals of all kinds, and holding her hand is a dimply little slice of… Read More
A few years ago, I began making a conscious effort to do things that scared me. It became increasingly important to not let fear dictate my life. Has the idea of something ever become so scary, that it felt better to live in safety instead of adventure? I used to be pretty fearless. That… Read More
I wasn’t expecting to find my father while browsing in an antique shop. But there he was. Tucked between two dusty old postcards. My biological father and I had a split. A series of painful, life altering, moments that shattered us like glass across decades and continents. He passed away two… Read More
Remember when Forest Gump told us that life was like a box of chocolates? I think he was on to something. I am that person who gets a box of chocolate and wants to pierce the bottom of each one, testing to see if the flavor is a favorite. Or, one that I don’t… Read More