…how the hell do you write a eulogy for your Dad? I have no idea where to start....

I have officially taken up space rampaged through respirated lived for thirty-five years. Wow. Allow me a moment to bask in it. Or try to, anyway. I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for my Dad, obviously. He is perhaps more a part of me now than ever before. We had a rocky period whe...

My blood is boiling more than it ever has in my entire life. A bit of background: my dad has two dr’s- one who is the overseeing physician of an ARDS study my dad was enrolled in (Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome). The other is the attending who manages the day to day. All week we have been...

Bayou and I had one of those conversations this evening. The kind of conversation that takes you places- forward, backward, inside, out and around. The sort of talk that gifts you with realizations and understandings that you lacked before. In some ways it felt like a conversation I’d waited y...

List-form blogging, the laziest of all next to a single-sentence link to somewhere else. We had a great vacation. Highlights include getting a steal on a mountain of fabric1, going to Dave & Busters, Balboa Park, and drinking metric ton of Blue Moon. Post-vacation lowlights include losing my $6...

This time, not of the B&E/pilfering variety. I’ve created a new gallery on Flickr for our sewing projects- it’s called Stitch & Bitch. I’ve uploaded photos of all our creations, which have grown from 2 to 6. The set is in order of creation, too. Tonight I did a bag almost...

Dammit, this Rx theft debacle won’t die. I called my doc over the weekend to let them know, and they called me yesterday. By the time I got the voicemail it was too late to call back, so we chatted this morning. Even though I called the pharmacy Saturday, the thief was able to fill one of them...

I pride myself on checking in with my peeps via RSS, but lately, I just haven’t been able to. Work, work, and ohsweetjesusMAKEITSTOP more work have interfered. It’s been a brutal past few weeks. There’s nothing like busting your ass for people who are failing, trying to help, and t...

It’s funny how years between events can distort one’s time sense. When I ponder the courtship of Bayou and myself, it seemed to take place over weeks; one aching, tantalizing event at a time. But in reality the span of time was very small. I don’t remember what day it was she calle...

This weekend did a lot to erase the ‘meh’ feelings I was having last week- I felt tired, brain-mushy, and just generally kind of crappy. It’s amazing how a number of small victories can add up to a large wave of positivity. It can be so easy to overlook those small wins and see onl...