My love of all things random is not necessarily random. It is in part a silent rebellion, an effort not to be defined by one single part of my story, allowing me to embrace the stories fully as they come, following the twists and turns in this journey of life. Many parts make up the…
I’ve never considered myself a shopper; I shop out of necessity. I usually know what I want and get frustrated when I can’t find what I want. The one exception is when on vacation. Relaxed, in new places I enjoy wandering local streets and discovering things, in new fun shops. That is until 2020, Pandemic…
An advocate, defined as a person who publicly supports or recommends a particular cause or policy, is something I’ve never considered myself. I am slow to speak publically on causes. I’m not particularly eager to get into messy debates, and while I am not passive or unopinionated in person, I preferred the role of peacemaker….
There was a season in my life where I loved watching old movies—especially drawn to the elegance of the 1950’s fashion and films like Breakfast at Tiffanies, Sabrina and Roman Holiday with actress Audrey Hepburn. While a house full of boys doesn’t lend itself to frequently watching old romantic movies, to this day, my favorite…
As a writer, the question, “what story are you writing?” is likely about content or words on a page. Yet, not all of us enjoy putting pen to paper. Not all of us desire to fill pages that later become a book or use pictures or poetry to tell our stories. Not all of us…
January is more than just the beginning of a new year for me; it brings with it the anniversary of my journey with Multiple Sclerosis. This journey with Chronic Illness now traveled for two years. While some anniversaries (such as my wedding anniversary, which also falls in January) cause celebration, others bring up deep grief….
