Recently I had the opportunity to accompany a friend to a warm and fuzzy little place called the Santa Ana Courthouse. She needed to straighten out a traffic violation and always hungry for blog material being the good friend that I am, I offered to come along for moral support. Upon entering the facilities,…
Pieces of Me
I love relatives. In fact, a very thoughtful one recently gave us a unique gift for Christmas. She had one of our family photos turned into a jigsaw puzzle. I know! How……….special is that?! I’ve been avoiding it like the plague saving it for a special occassion and guess what? Last night Ian managed to find…
In Case You Haven’t Heard (insert eye roll here)
So Sunday was one of those days where for 24 hours the universe shrunk a little bit and revolved around Me (okay, so not really that much different than Monday-Saturday, but bear with me a moment). . I recently became a columnist for OC Moms (as well as their Special Needs Ambassador) in collaboration with The Orange County Register, and my first…
Tra La La La La La La
I was helping my grandmother up the stairs last night, and by helping I mean she was grabbing the handrail while I had her butt cheeks in both hands, shoving her against gravity until we both reached the top breathless; she from the exertion of hoisting herself up, I from having to inhale a couple of…
I Love You Anyways, Mom.
“What should I get your mom for Christmas?” With only hours left before our big family dinner, my father made good on his annual, frantic, last-minute call; I pictured him standing in the middle of our local mall, his handsome face contorted into his trademark scowl while he waited for my answer. “Um, she mentioned she…
A Boy, A Violin, And Frosty the Snowman
So many people came by to visit Andrew while he was in the hospital; the outpouring of love and support was nothing short of amazing. Our village truly rocks. But one visitor stood out among the rest, and I think you’ll agree that it’s not hard to see why. He stopped by and brought his…
White. Fair. Blessed.
I have seen her for days nowrolling down the corridorson an unsteady office chaira flash of dirty blonde hairwhisking by our window every three minutes She is not tied down by an IVor wearing standard issue jammies (the kind that make you feel exposed and vulnerable)her tween jeans tight around her anklesa soft mask protecting her…