I will be the first to admit that my family has way too much screen time. I spend my entire work day in front of a glowing screen. And it’s just too easy to come home and turn on Netflix while we’re making dinner. Just in the ‘background’. At least there’sContinue Reading
I bonded with writer Christine Carter from The Mom Café because we were both incapacitated by leg injury for a number of months. I was super excited to hear that she was writing a book to help others out with their recovery not only from similar injury, but from injury orContinue Reading
After the accident, I pushed forward. I expected to walk again. I expected to get my life back. But life kicked me in the ass. After months of recovery and physiotherapy, there was still pain, and I still couldn’t walk like before. After further examination, the doctors discovered a boneContinue Reading
I spend a lot of time thinking about travel. A lot more time thinking about it than I actually get to do it. We’ve been planning our next vacation. High on the priority list: within driving distance and inexpensive. We’ve been looking at major cities within about an eight ourContinue Reading
As you know, #OnWednesdaysWeHaiku. So we’ll take a break from the museum series for a little poetry. Today’s prompt is “your last great conversation”. And while I can think of many in depth conversations, what first came to mind was the conversation I have with each of my children atContinue Reading
Given my frustration with the testing, I am sure you can imagine that the results were not as rosy as I would have liked. The diagnosis was Acquired Brain Injury (ABI). The accident must have caused a jostling of my head to the extent that I was experiencing after effectsContinue Reading
Before the accident, I was… Whole. After…well… I didn’t notice at first. In the process of my recovery, the loss of words was hidden under the haze of opiates and glossed over by more physical injuries. If I couldn’t remember something, it was clearly the fault of the drugs orContinue Reading
We picked through the hardware store, my two-year-old tugging on my hand and pointing. “What’s that?” His curiosity knows no bounds. He’s finally started talking, and the world is opening up for him. He wants to be able to relate to the world around him–and the questions are not onlyContinue Reading
My mother grew up with an older sister and three younger brothers. I don’t think it was the easiest of childhoods. My grandfather abused and cheated on my grandmother and eventually left her for the other woman when my mother was a teenager (which, in the long run, was actuallyContinue Reading
Today’s a bit more serious topic…have you ever wondered what would be said about you after you died? I would hope that if someone was reading my eulogy, they would have known me well. And I hope that some of what I say below is what they would say: LivContinue Reading
