Monday, August 24, 2015

Ice bucket challenge... now what?

So you dumped some icy-cold water over your head last summer and challenged some friends. You gave a couple bucks to the ALS Association. Everyone was doing it. You did it. Maybe you got tired of seeing them and then the trend died off.

And it was over.


NO. Not right.

Because then the research began. And this medical breakthrough happened.

I've said it once, and I'll say it again-- THANK YOU for participating in this event, which is now an annual thing.

My family is grateful. I AM GRATEFUL.

This small gesture has given me an enormous amount of hope that no one else will have to watch their aunt wither away slowly and eventually die from ALS.

And hope, my friends, is priceless.


Thursday, August 13, 2015

Dear Coda

I don't mind the blur or even the mess in the background. I don't mind that I can't pull my covers up or that you hog my pillow at night. I don't mind when you watch my face diligently in the mornings until my eyelids flicker, which apparently is the international signal for play time! I don't mind that you cost me a small fortune last week.

Tater doesn't seem to mind you either. He is hopeful, however, that you'll figure out how to play tug of war at some point. Just throwing that out there.

I am just happy you're back where you belong. My little family of three is perfectly complete.

I'm so grateful I could burst at the seams.

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Gratitude on a Tuesday

Most of the time I do these Gratitude posts on days when I'm feeling low and need to refocus. That's okay. It's necessary sometimes. Today, though, I'm on cloud nine. So here's my Gratitude post for this Tuesday:

1. My ex-husband gave me back my dog, Coda. We got her shortly after my second miscarriage, and she quickly became my companion, my focus, my reason to get out of bed. When I escaped that abusive marriage, I had to leave her, too. It's been 2.5 years in the making but yesterday she came home with me... neglected, underfed, and crawling with fleas. But she's home with me now, and I will make sure she gets all the medical care she needs to be healthy and thrive again! I'm thankful, not to him for making a good decision for once, but for a second chance to be her mama.

I'm sure I'll write more about her in the future... this is a redemption story for us both. She and Tater are getting along great!

2. For friends that challenge me. I'm currently doing a decluttering challenge with my friend, Erica, and each day you get rid of things in your house. They have to physically LEAVE your home. Join in if you want-- use the hashtag #minsgame on Twitter and Instagram! I'm also keeping a list of the things I discard/donate as I go.

3. For feeling known. My derby girls threw me a wine-and-design birthday party. They brought cheese and wine and fruit and we painted this cool cow picture. The gifts they gave me were amazing, not because they gave me stuff, but because they gave me stuff they knew I would love. I felt so loved and so understood and celebrated on my 28th birthday. I'm thankful for the strong, wonderful women in my life.

4. For my goddaughter. I'm thankful I live near her and that when I walk in the room, she knows who I am and reaches for me! I'm grateful for her health and for her personality and for her parents (my best friend and her husband) for letting me be an important part of her life.

5. For Skillshare, which is my alternative to spending money I don't have in order to go to design school. I love that I can learn more about almost any artistic endeavor there. I'm currently taking a class on Exploring Letterforms through Monograms and Watercolor Branding, among others.

Wednesday, July 29, 2015


This year I haven't dreaded my birthday like I have in years past. Today I will celebrate my health, eat yummy food with wonderful people, and take a birthday nap (it's tradition!) Then I might follow up all of that with a wind-down birthday bubble bath and a glass of wine. Cheers to another year in the books. I have big things planned for my 28th year on this earth. I'm hopeful and excited to see where I'm headed next.

Tuesday, July 28, 2015


there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
you want to blow my book sales in
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
and we sleep together like
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do

Charles Bukowski