Category Archives: Stories

Snickers

Grant, what kind of ice cream do you want? Plain or Snickers? I asked my 2 year old nephew. ‘Nickers, ‘nickers, I want ‘nickers! Uhhmm, do you know what Snickers is, Grant? No. Yeah, he ended up with vanilla. Sometimes plain is … Continue reading

Posted in Family, Stories | Leave a comment

The Voice of Pain

I woke up on Saturday and couldn’t move. The pain in my left shoulder increased with every little move. It was bad. Hours later, I had done everything I could think of to ease the hurt and nothing from my … Continue reading

Posted in Observations | Leave a comment

Living Out the Mundane

Some days, it feels like all you can do to just get to the end of the day. I’ve had some of those lately, but that wasn’t today. Some days feel just about perfect. I haven’t had any of those lately. … Continue reading

Posted in Observations | 1 Comment

Red Lips

My grandmother taught me that you always need earrings and red lipstick in order to leave the house. Tonight my lips are red, but it isn’t from bright red lipstick. You see, Crystal Light Fruit Punch is my new passion. It … Continue reading

Posted in Me, Observations | 6 Comments

How Are You?

Fine. Busy. Good. If we stripped away our standard answers and had to dig deeper for new ones, what would we say? It might take a few minutes to figure it out. It is a pretty sad commentary on our … Continue reading

Posted in Me, Observations | 2 Comments

Jealous of Matt Wertz

I miss my friend Evie, and it’s all Matt Wertz’s fault. Monday night, I spent a little time researching music on the internet. Ok, so you could also say that I was playing around on YouTube but researching music sounds … Continue reading

Posted in Friends, Me | 4 Comments

Ode to Being Too Loud

Poem about being too loud Continue reading

Posted in Me, Observations, Poems | 5 Comments

Joy in This Season

How dry eyes and difficult holidays can somehow tie together Continue reading

Posted in Me, Observations, Stories | 2 Comments

Lessons Learned in the Chemo Lab

I’m sitting here in the chemo lab with liquids slowly dripping into my body. The IV taped to my left hand limits my movements to this chair for the next six hours. All the research that I did in advance … Continue reading

Posted in Me, Stories | 4 Comments

Scarred by Hutchmoot

My sociology professor always said that “you are who you are because of where you have been and when you were there.” I’ve spent the last 6 days in Nashville, once again helping with Hutchmoot. A funny name (though it … Continue reading

Posted in Friends, Me | 2 Comments