Turning 30 was monumental for me, but not as I expected it to be. I can say that my thirtieth birthday was the one I’ll always remember. One year ago, at 3 AM, my foot slipped on our stairs as I was carrying my two-year-old. She...
Read MoreIt’s hard to believe it’s been six weeks since that bright red cast changed my way of doing business. It’s even harder to believe that in the last four days, I’ve gotten to where I almost don’t know I had it on.Upon taking the...
Read MoreEvery so often, PoorMe pops up her head. She peeks in for a status check, to make sure things are sufficiently depressing, and then wails in the other room about anything she can get her voice around. Maybe it’s the pile of...
Read MoreSo…I have folded laundry and done dishes for the first time since the break. I have spent my first full solo day with Toddler-tron (in progress). I guess that means I’m healing.However, typing is still…painful....
Read MoreI sent this email on Sunday:It is not easy to admit that I am swallowing my pride. In fact, it sort of hurts going down. I haven’t tried it lately, and maybe that is why I had to break my arm – so God could really...
Read More…but the arm is broken. Like it or not, I have to face the limitations of this bright red cast and the intermittant searing reminders it gives me. Like it or not, I can’t type like I want to, even though...
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