If I could tell the young me anything, it would be to stay strong. And to stay away from certain boys, of course. And to not get that really short bob, although it did come in handy when playing The Artful Dodger in Oliver. But still. Not that young me would have listened to any of… Continue reading Dear Me
Month: February 2011
Sun and milk
The clouds have broken, and blades of sunlight pierce through. With spring comes daffodils sprouting with unbridled optimism, renewed hope everywhere, thunderstorms galore, and aggressive allergies. I'll take it. And to make up for my moribundity, a silly photo.
Dark days
“To say a person is a happy person or an unhappy person is ridiculous. We are a thousand different kinds of people every hour.” — Anthony Doerr, Memory Wall: Stories On the darkest days, I think of how I would end it all. In blue skies I only see an expanse of gray, brooding clouds… Continue reading Dark days
Wordless Wednesday: Crunk it up!
My brother and I used to fight like cats and dogs. Now, we share the same oddball sense of humor and occasionally fight like cats and dogs. What did Tolstoy say at the beginning of Anna Karenina? Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. Only he knows our particular dysfunction.… Continue reading Wordless Wednesday: Crunk it up!
MS =
National Multiple Sclerosis Awareness week is coming up. Fittingly enough, it will be right about the time of my 6-month diagnosis anniversary. As part of its get-out-the-word campaign, the National MS Society has come up with MS = _____ And we fill in the blank. Because MS is insidious, life-altering, unpredictable, infuriating, thieving, and did… Continue reading MS =
We’re walking, yes indeed
It's official. Team Word Herders is now registered for the MS Walk in Little Rock on April 9. Three cheers for that! (And a big thanks to Kristin for the suggestion. She's so rad.) While I'm not entirely comfortable with asking people other than my dad for money, I'm going to try anyways. Because when… Continue reading We’re walking, yes indeed
All fall down
It's been my experience with MS that when one system starts to fail in my body, they pretty much all do, like little leukocyte dominos lined up just waiting to be knocked over. Neck bone connected to the leg bone via three other bones and all that. Which is why I feel like a broken bobblehead… Continue reading All fall down
Getting the shaft
My mother is fond of passing along the myriad catalogs she gets in the mail. She's the Imelda Marcos of mail-order products. (I'm not saying I've called Hoarders on her, but that's only because she keeps things pretty tidy when she knows I'm coming over.) Most of the time, I thumb through the catalogs half-interested… Continue reading Getting the shaft
Mixing memory and desire
Music has always been a vital part of my life, probably since the womb. I have my parents to thank for that. They encouraged me to pursue the arts, dance and (musical) theater in particular. I almost had a close call with playing the flute in band, but terrified sixth grade me backed out at… Continue reading Mixing memory and desire
Project management
While Nick is getting a jump on some spring cleaning (new vacuum - thanks, parents!), I'm busy plotting our next big project(s). The list is getting intimidating, but also very inspiring: 1/ Painting - finish up kitchen and then move on to office. Since I spend quite a good amount of time in our office,… Continue reading Project management
One, Wild & Precious 