Let’s talk about our perfectly dysfunctional lives!
The phrase “home is where the heart is” has always resonated with me. As a kid, I didn’t stay in one house for long. We moved when my parents divorced, when my mom got serious with a boyfriend, again when she broke up with the serious boyfriend, and when a friend of hers offered a … Continue reading Building Home
Some days you need to get through and some days you want to get to.
Check in… because when you can’t anymore, you can’t.
It’s not grateful but sad, it’s grateful and grieving.
I wouldn’t be who I am today if I didn’t share a one-bedroom apartment with my mother when I was in high school. I was the new kid in a school that was known as the rich kids’ school in the area. It was embarrassing. To say it aloud sounds tragic, but it wasn’t. My … Continue reading One Bedroom
Is it the music or the lyrics? Or is it the music and the lyrics? For me it’s always the lyrics. Lyrics have the power to bring me to life, remind me of my past, tell me I’m not alone in the world, and even inspire me. A recent inspiration came from listening to the … Continue reading The Moments Without Proof
A former coworker’s sister and a neighbor to my friend, I didn’t know Tracie well, but our paths crossed a few times. The only thing I knew about her was that she was affable and easy to be around. One afternoon, my friend Eva called me to let me know of her neighbor’s passing. She … Continue reading Maybe That’s Why
Realizing that most things I worry and beat myself up over are out of my control is freeing. Having the understanding that we all have our own lives to live – every one of us in the same boat – figuring it out, gives me a peaceful feeling.
And, although many times I’m left thinking someone has false hope or their situation is hopeless, I also remember that I don’t know better than the hopeful one.
I’ll miss the old times whether we are still in this house or not.
Perfect Dysfunction 