when doing happy doesn’t make happy

Over the Christmas break I took my firstborn to her doctor. She had not been feeling right for a few months. She was anxious, sad and very tired. I had offered lists and strategies throughout the Fall, as I am prone to do, of sure fire ways to feel better. Nothing seemed to work. Because she is 20, I drop her at the doctors. I do not go in with her, I do not hold her lovingly on my lap, I do not speak for her, I do not protect her, I do not manage next steps. Instead, I go grocery shopping and hope for the best.

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This is also Christmas-feisty cat

I got into bed late last night all feisty cat. I had an urge to go downtown and pick a fight with a complete stranger.

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making sense

Seeing pictures you never saw, after someone has gone, is disarming. And heartwarming.

I found this picture on my daughter’s bulletin board this week.

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