The long day home

It felt like a long way home today. Like most things in life, I’ve discovered without experiencing chemotherapy first hand or as a caregiver, one can’t quantify what a treatment entails. They are just words. Until it’s you. Or your husband. Today was treatment number three. The first of cycle two. There will be nine... Continue Reading →

Growing up overnight

Seven years ago I was checked into Lafayette General. Birth plan in place. I would labor through the night of the 11th and all day of the 12th. Birth plan fading into a haze in the shadow of the pain. I. Was. Freaking. Out. And when I completely lose it I usually get eerily outwardly... Continue Reading →

I’m not going to the store soup

I would like to say it's only because I'm pregnant that I found myself trying to make a concoction for a complete meal without going to the grocery store. But, that's a lie. Wasn't the first time. Won't be the last. I'm not a precise cook. If your cooking instructions include measurements like - to... Continue Reading →

So God Made a Mommy

Years ago Paul Harvey gave a moving speech to farmers about farmers: “So, God made a farmer.” They resurrected it for a cry ‘til your mascara is a mess Super Bowl commercial a few years ago for trucks. And I woke the next day and wrote this. Whenever I wonder if I’m the only one... Continue Reading →

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