Tag: #family

Oranges (or raising a 10 year old)


~This is a new post~ An older woman with black-rimmed eyeglass and a red fedora is peeling an orange. Her unpainted and clipped finger nails strip away the dimpled skin. She didn’t know, or pretended not to care, that I was watching her peel and place both the skin and pith in a paper towel […]

People Do Care


I told you the other day that this week has been a tough week for me. Just one of those weeks where nothing works. A week that put me on edge. A little angry. A little ill-tempered. A little too quick to feel sorry for myself. One of the miracles of doing this blog thing […]

It’s been a tough week ~Taking My Own Advice~


It’s been a tough week. You know–one of those weeks where multiple things break, plans halt and change, arguments ensue, and the shit rises and officially hits the fan. It’s been a week of little frustrations, piling on each other, making one, hot snarling big frustration that stands bow-legged, arms-crossed, and grins six inches from […]

Happy Birthday Mom


Today is my mom’s birthday. And because it falls on the edge of the holiday season, her birthday is often less of a spectacle, hastily remembered, and often underappreciated. Which, in a way I guess, makes sense. As a child, like most children, I took mom for granted. I just assumed she would always be […]

Wish me luck…


On Friday, December 28th I begin vestibular rehabilatation therapy again. My first experience with VRT was in the winter of 2014 at the St. Lawrence Rehabilitation Center. The physical goals this time are: to improve balance to improve motor skills strengthen core muscles strengthen legs prepare my body to run again The emotional goals are: […]

Happy Holidays from Write on Fight on!


Happy Holidays from Write on Fight on! I woke up on Christmas Eve morning at 10 am, which is absurdly late for me. Even on weekends I’m out of bed by 7 am. The reason? My children are getting an XBox for Christmas and I was up until 2:30 am installing updates, setting up parental […]

Our children need gardeners not gods.


As parents, it’s our fundamental responsibility to recognize that our young children see us as gods. This declaration unnerves me. My three children are under under 10.  In their eyes I’m a flawless, precise, all-powerful, all-knowing god.  I am the law. The 10 commandments of suburbia.  My words are gospel. And when I shake my […]

This post is dedicated to the look my son gave


These days Santa Claus is a curious subject in our house. I’m pretty sure my 10 year old daughter doesn’t believe. However her belief, or lack there of, has yet to be confirmed. My 8 year old son’s belief hangs limbo. He’s asking questions: “So what if your house doesn’t have a chimney?” and “So what […]

What my 7 year old son and a friend with a terminal illness said about happiness


I wrote this post one year ago. It remains one of my favorites. And one that, in the feverish throes of holiday shopping and gift giving, stands as an important reminder. My son Chase is now 8. He has less teeth then he did last year and wants an Xbox for Christmas this year. My […]

Happy Thanksgiving


When I look at the world and its hulking mountains, its sandy beaches, its flowered fields, its distant stars–I realize the world has enough stuff. When I look at myself and my loving and supportive family, my messy but comfortable home, my refrigerator full of food, my shelf full of books– I realize I have […]