Post-trip spoon collecting is in full effect.  I’m working from bed. The kitties are snuggling and not fighting. The sound of their purrs is soothing to me. Clean sheets on... Read More

I’m sitting here in my hotel room in Atlanta, Georgia watching a series of old Sandra Bullock holiday rom-coms trying to avoid writing this post mostly because I’m so embarrassed... Read More

My mother is frequently mentioned in my writing mainly because she is a font of material and one of my most favorite people in all of the world. When my... Read More

I’m sure it’s not much of a surprise to anyone that I find myself in the grips of full on FOMO quite regularly. I’m in a constant state of evaluation... Read More

I had kind of an epiphany since my last infusion. Something clicked in my brain around the time I heard the second medical professional say to me, “That’s just your... Read More

I find myself in shades of grey more often than not, these days. When I decided to call my blog bethybrightanddark.com a few friends told me it sounded more like... Read More

There will be good days, perfectly productive, pleasant days on the surface but for the minor fact that when you go to walk somewhere in public (not far) your legs... Read More

The Great Scott (TGS for short, aka my neurologist) likes to ask me about my timed walks. He says taking timed walks is a diagnostic tool for him to help... Read More

I have been telling myself to stay in the moment and not think too far ahead so constantly that it’s almost funny how much work it is, this whole staying... Read More

It didn’t seem like much to ask. I mean, I did it last year and I somehow survived. My sister asked, incredulously, “You’re gonna use your spoons for THAT?” And... Read More