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Did all that really happen?
Read more: Did all that really happen?Did all that really happen? My husband was diagnosed with MS, then the diagnosis was reversed. He was told he needed a second major cervical spine surgery, then it turns out he didn’t. I was homeschooling my kids, now they’re back in public school. I intended to write about my journey but then got lost…
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Sleep
Read more: SleepWe got a kitten a few weeks ago and we are smitten. We already have two calicos but they’re not real cats. I’ll never forget the shelter worker telling us when we were paying the adoption fee, “Wow, you’re brave getting two female calicos.” She quickly backtracked when she saw the look on our faces…
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Feed Me
Read more: Feed MeFor 2 years Matthew and I ate a plant based diet, but with his MS diagnosis we threw ourselves into research. We watched a documentary called Living Proof and it gave us hope that an autoimmune diet could be the key to keeping the debilitating effects of MS at bay. Committing to it meant giving…
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Feel It All
Read more: Feel It AllI’m generally not a person who takes long to process. When something happens that requires action, I respond. It may not always be the best response but no grass grows under my feet. When Matthew was told he most likely has MS, I couldn’t act. I’ve always referred to this as feeling paralyzed until a…
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Roller Coaster
Read more: Roller CoasterWe all know the phrase misery loves company. I don’t think it’s that as much as misery needs company. We need connection when we’re miserable to know that we’re not alone. So curl up on the couch with me a minute while I pause Netflix and tell you about what I’ve been feeling.
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Not quite an old gray mare
Read more: Not quite an old gray mareIt’s been about 4 years since I’ve written on a regular basis. When I was a little girl I wanted to be a teacher like every other 9 year old but when I was a teenager I dreamed of being a writer. I filled notebooks full of melodramatic, self-absorbed prose, half teenage angst and half…
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It’s Nature Karen 