I Am

I am a survivor. I am a walker. I am crew. I am a survivor. I am a walker. I am cre I am old. I am young. I am a woman. I am a man. I am the end of breast cancer. And I am alive. I am the voice of audacity in the face of apathy. I am the spirit of bravery in a world of caution. I am a commitment to action in the face of neutrality. And I am tired of waiting for others to act. And I am alive. I am tired of comfort when … Read more


Three years ago today I lost my mom. I still sometimes have trouble believing it really happened. It doesn’t feel right. A big mistake. I feel like there must be someone I can convince that they got it wrong and then she’ll be back. But logic knows better than that. It did happen. Right or not, my mom is gone. What is not gone are the values she instilled in me. She taught me what in life is important. And above all else comes family. She taught me to love and respect family. To hold them close. To hold them … Read more

Has Anyone Seen my Patience

So I may be the worst mom in the World for saying it, but by the end of this weekend I was ready to list both my kids on Craigs List.  They were . . . challenging.  And when I have days like this I find myself wondering if I’m the only mom who feels this way.  Will is going through this super annoying phase.  When I’m not around he is a happy go lucky kid.  Laughing and playing and being all low key.  But the second I am anywhere near him he turns into this whiny, crying, clingy, screeching … Read more

Sucker Punch

I’ve been spending the last couple of days packing up the last three years of my professional life in preparation for a new job that starts on Monday.  (It’s amazing how much stuff a person to cram into a little cubicle!) I got to the last drawer this morning and pulled out a bag.  I knew what it was as soon as I saw it.  I had totally forgotten about it . . . until now.  Inside the bag were all the mass cards, and condolence cards and flower cards we received after mom’s death.  I had brought them into … Read more