“I’m not, by any means, at the end of this journey. But I have traveled this beautiful new road far enough to know that this is how I want to live the rest of my days. I’m almost forty, feeling…
Archives for October 2016
Being present, carrels, equal and starting again.
Thirteen years. (I like marriage.)
Today we celebrate thirteen years of marriage. Thirteen. Sigh. I smile as I type this. Oh, Craig… we had no idea what the future would hold for us when we met one another halfway that day in 2003, now did…
Luke Perry is on the cover of AARP and…
…and I have no words. How did this happen? How did Dylan McKay turn 50? I don’t understand. This doesn’t compute. Is anyone else wondering how this happened? I will say this. FIFTY is rocking. I have friends in their 50’s…
On trend for fall.
Owl pants. They pair nicely with talons. —
The Story of when I met Lionel Richie: Volume 2
(If you haven’t already read Volume I of The Story of when I met Lionel Richie, click here.) How do you sleep knowing that the next day you’ll be meeting (and hopefully hugging) Lionel Richie? I’ll tell you what, you…
The next Lionel post…
…is almost done. I wrote it. I just need to edit and add photos. THANK YOU for your patience! (It’s been a busy week.) —
Sentiment & Sea Glass
Someone told me recently that I was a very old soul. And I can’t tell you how much that pleases me. While I am a Belieber, I also loved watching M*A*S*H* and Cheers and I adored John Mellencamp when he still…
The Story of When I Met Lionel Richie: Volume 1
I’m smiling as I type this. (Of course, I am.) I mean, where do I even start? I suppose I should start at the beginning. Like, the real beginning: In my house, there were two records that were permanently on…
Today is the day.
Today I’ll meet Lionel Richie. That’s all.
Meet my new niece!
Look at THIS cutie pie who arrived this morning weighing 6 lbs 10 oz and measuring 20.25 inches long. Meet my baby sister’s baby: Lily Ann. I’d say that Miss Lily is the last in the lot of the grandkids….
Chicken pox, poison-something and my Lionel Dress.
Happy October, from Ferg. This post has nothing to do with Ferg. That’s why I included her at the very beginning. It seems only fair. I honestly wonder if the stars were aligning this past week trying to steal my…
![When I was a kid, my Mom would sometimes go to the grocery store at night while my baby sister and I were "supposed" to be sleeping. Baby sister slept, I stood by the window and watched for her headlights to turn back into the driveway, my stomach a gnarled mess while I waited.
The entire time she was gone I would create ill-fated stories in my mind that would ultimately leave her injured, kidnapped, or left for dead... I think these stories got worse after my Dad died. "What if I lose my one parent?"
I would stand there and worry.
And she always came back.
In one piece.
Over time, after therapy when I was younger, I realized that worrying doesn't shape anything... worrying doesn't CHANGE the outcome... but, it's real.
Telling someone not to worry is about as effective as telling someone not to cry when they're in the midst of full-sobbing or it's like asking someone WHERE they lost the thing that they lost.
"I can't find my keys."
"Where did you lose them."
[silence]
"Um, if I knew where I lost them, then..."
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This time that we're living through right now is BIG and heavy and for the love of ALL THINGS HOLY it keeps on going.
I remember watching The Sound of Music when I was a kid and wondering when in the WORLD it would end. We're STUCK in the Sound of Music.
Schools opened, then closed.
Masks on, then off.
Life started, and stopped.
We've missed get-togethers and holdiays.
Weddings and births.
We are as disconnected as ever.
Our worrying and concern and fear and anxiety is there... and it's real.
I see you.
I know this time is hard.
I'm not going to tell you to stop feeling the feelings, I just want you to know that I'm feeling them, too. (And therapy is helping.)
Get yourself a therapist.
Talk about all of this.
As I told one of my girls this week, “It’s ok not to be strong all the time.”
With love,
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