Friday was an emotional day. It was my last day at work. I’ve been at that hospital for six years and even though I’m moving to another team just a floor away, it feels like farther. It feels like the end of an era. It feels final. My team sent me off in style with…
All posts in My Story
Why I Write
This is all out stolen. Not plagiarized. Just stolen. But at least it’s referenced. I’m giving credit to Leigh McLeroy, one of my all-time favorite authors. I got this email from her recently and I loved every word. It describes why I write– because I must. Why I Write From my first Big…
Mother’s Day Woes
How was your Mother’s Day? I realized yesterday how complicated a question that truly is. We have such expectations for holidays, but we don’t live in Norman Rockwell’s paintings. Our relationships are broken, full of longing and blocked goals. How was your Mother’s Day? Do you have a good relationship with your mother? Did you…
My Mother’s Day Ode
If you combined Mother Goose with Mary Poppins and threw in a dash of June Cleaver and a smidgen of Lucille Ball, you’d have the perfect recipe for my mother! Let me explain the recipe to you: I love that my mom is warm, thoughtful, resourceful, and makes everyone feel comfortable – like Mother Goose.…
The Story of Me, Part V
My life isn’t what I’d expected. If you’d asked me a decade ago where I’d live or work, you’d have gotten a different answer. But I am thankful. I am thankful for the darkest of times. Though 2006 was a difficult year, it was perhaps the most formative series of months for me personally. It…
The Story of Me, Part IV
It wasn’t a literal journey. It was a journey of the heart. A journey to deal with the death of the future I thought I wanted. It should have been a joyful and bright time in my life. I was just graduating from college, but life wasn’t panning out how I’d expected — at all.…
The Story of Me, Part III
The dark, mournful, mostly unknown story of me, continued. Keep reading. It gets happier! I found people who would sit and listen. People who could discern when they needed to speak and offer wisdom or verses or song lyrics, and when they just needed to hug me and offer tissues. I am so thankful for…
The Story of Me, Part II
2006. Not the best year of my life. I was dealing with multiple losses. Broken relationships. Broken expectations. Broken dreams. I was drowning in sorrow. And it seemed like no one knew it. I tried to let it out bits at a time and, more often than not, people would pat me on the back,…
The Story of Me, Part I
A few months ago I was given a difficult assignment. “Make a collage that represents your life and important relationships in your life.” Armed with glue sticks, scissors, and oodles of magazines I was challenged to create a scene of me. Others at the retreat went to work immediately seemingly knowing exactly what they were…
Holey Lessons
I learned a valuable lesson from my sock today. Here’s my story: I found a pair of work shoes I’d forgotten I had last week. They were in good shape, and felt way more comfortable than I remembered. I thought I’d struck gold! New, comfortable shoes, right there in my closet! Why had I buried…