Posts Tagged ‘surrender’

[note: I’m reposting this because May is Neurofibromatosis Awareness Month. “Doodle Day USA” raises money for NF research by auctioning celebrity doodles on eBay. They’ve got doodles by Meryl Streep, Gene Simmons and Neil Gaiman, to name a few. Even Jeff Bridges. Yep, the dude abides…and DOODLES. Go have a look. My daughter and I […]


Happy Hump Day.

02Mar11

I had to share this because it epitomizes my thought processes. And it’s Wednesday. And it’s funny. I live inside my head soooooo much. I constantly obsess over fears, relationship dynamics, perceived slights, financial insecurity, you name it. I analyze the shit out of stuff and make up the most incredible stories in my mind, […]


When I related that life hadn’t been particularly easy for me these past couple weeks (and especially the week before last), an AA friend of mine said, “Well, God must think you’re awfully strong.” If that’s the case, I kinda wish God would let up for a bit. Two weeks ago my younger daughter, who […]


This is one of Daisy’s balls. Daisy, in case you missed that post, is the one-year-old rescue dog who joined our family a month ago. She’s an active dog, and still very puppylike in many ways. One of her favorite activities is playing fetch, and while she chases and snatches up balls with great enthusiasm […]


When my youngest daughter, E., was about two years old, she was diagnosed with neurofibromatosis, also called “NF.” NF is a genetically determined disease that affects many parts of the body in many ways. It causes tumors to grow along the nervous system, and these can be benign or cancerous. Even the benign ones can […]


  I wasn’t reassured when I first heard those words, “You are not alone,” uttered as a reassurance. To be honest, it kind of creeped me out. It sounded like something The Smoking Man would tell Molder on “The X Files.” As if aliens or (even scarier) the government were constantly watching me, tracking my […]


At a meeting last week, someone expressed this idea with physical gestures. He spread his arms wide to represent just how much in life he had to let go — that he realized he couldn’t do anything about. And then, to indicate how much he had power over, he held his thumb and forefinger up, […]