Category Archives: Personal

Pixie Cuts & Being Cool

I walked into the hair salon a couple of weeks ago and was greeted by the smile of my sweet and talented stylist. I sat down in front of the mirror and she lifted the cape and placed it around my neck and asked the question she asks me every four weeks. What are we...

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My Story. Her Story. Eight Years Later. . .

  I’m sitting in a room surrounded by strangers. Some of them are patients, others are, like me, family members of patients. My brother and sister are there, too. It feels like a dream. Is this happening? Is this my life? Is this my family? My Mom is sitting in the middle of the small...

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I Can’t Do A Lot Of Things; But I Can Do This. . .

I pull on my shoes and bend down to tie them while two puppies, creatures of habit, sit at my feet staring at me curiously. It’s still dark out–this isn’t our routine. I pull on my coat and look out into the darkness through the front window, waiting for Chad’s headlights to to turn onto...

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From Dark Room Make-Out Sessions to Puke Clean-Up Sessions; 41 Years of Chad

He’s the best dad, this guy. I mean, he’s a really, really good Dad. He teaches our kids about plants and flowers. He’s taught them to love nature and not to be afraid to pick up creepy, crawly things. In the evening, after a long day, he will pull on his shoes and dribble a...

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