…And I’m still in the hospital without much energy for writing so I made you this terribly unprofessional video. It’s sure to be something I immediately regret as soon as... Read More

More like everything old is old again, if I’m honest. I’m back at the beginning. A very fine place to start, or so said Fraulein Maria, but I’m almost certain... Read More

So I’m writing on my phone again because I’m coming to you live and direct from the West Penn Hospital Inpatient Rehab Unit (aka IPR for us frequent flyers) and... Read More

I’ve been putting off writing this post for a while now. And now that I’m finally writing it, and on my phone of all things, I’m not sure how eloquent... Read More

When it all gets to be too much, I tend to go quiet. This is a repeating fact that I cannot deny. There was a time when busting out a... Read More

When I first moved into my current house, about a year or so after my husband died when we were both 30, I found myself in a strange spot. I... Read More

I’m sitting here looking at friends’ pictures on Instagram of their super fun long holiday weekend plans, thinking about my family who have gathered at my niece’s new house for... Read More

I’ve been avoiding you. To be more accurate, I’ve been avoiding me too. I’ve been trying to pretend I’m OK and hoping that it will eventually stick and them I’d... Read More

All I can think about on this most auspicious of nights, is “here we go again.” After a little more than a month in the hospital I’m about to be... Read More

There’s a potential discharge date on the horizon and I wish I could adequately explain the degree of anxiety it has created in me. It’s what I’ve wished for since... Read More