The year of 2020 will be described in various terms in history books. Unprecedented. Life-altering. Dumpster fire. Worst year. No matter the description, it’s been quite a year. As 2020 comes to an end, I reflect on all that’s happened. And I realize it’s been a year of clarity for me. It was supposed to
November kicks off the lead in to Thanksgiving, when many people start talking about gratitude. And while I believe we should focus on our gratitude every day of the year, this is a great time to pause to reflect. Especially this year with so much upheaval and uncertainly pressing on society. So I’d like to
We’re all guilty of saying it in various forms: “I’m so busy. Life is busy. Things are crazy busy.” Usually these statements are followed by an apology because we didn’t follow through on something, we’re moody or distracted, don’t keep in touch with someone, fail to start or finish something. It’s socially acceptable to be
Today is a special day in my family’s world, for today we celebrate my dad’s birthday. And reflect on many life lessons from Dad. Despite cancer taking him many years ago, his love and advice still influence me in my daily life. It’s been 15 years since his death and I miss him every day.
I think Mother Nature is on the verge of sharing spring with us. And I know that most of us are ready for winter to slip away and spring to appear….warmer temps, sunshine, flowers blooming, trees awakening. Ah, yes, please. I’m antsy for warmer weather so I can be outdoors more. Without bundling in layers
As I prepare some food dishes to take to Thanksgiving dinner with family and friends, I can’t help thinking of how very grateful I am for my life. Of course, my health as a cancer survivor is always at the forefront of my gratitude because how could I not feel blessed? I’m thankful for all
Birthdays have always been special in my family. My parents are to be thanked for this for they celebrated each of us from the day we were born. It isn’t the birthday parties that stand out, although always fun, as much as the joy and love that my parents put into each year. And on
Fourteen years ago, my dad died from multiple myeloma, an incurable cancer of the blood. He was in his mid-50s. The ache of missing him never leaves, the tiny hole in my heart still empty. I miss everything that is him, even the faults. And for the longest time, I felt responsible for his death.
I’m fortunate to be raised by two amazing parents who didn’t hesitate to show my sisters and me support, encouragement, love, laughter, and respect (with some rules sprinkled in too). My parents balanced each other in so many ways. I had a different, but close, relationship with both my mom and dad. Even though cancer took
It’s no secret that I’m the proud aunt of four nieces and two nephews (although one is legally a nephew in law, I love him like my own too), ranging in ages from 6 years to 22 years old. I love being an active part of their lives. Watching them grow warms my heart and