2017—Will It Be a Year Full of Mercy?

Over the last several years, I’ve pretty much had a “word of the year” choose me. It’s a ritual I didn’t set out to create, but one that continues to show itself to me. It’s actually kind of weird. Continue reading “2017—Will It Be a Year Full of Mercy?”

What Would You Like to Do with 2016? Yeah, Me Too…

In so many ways, I want to tell 2016 what the people here, from Last Week Tonight with John Oliver, have to say (NSFW). Perhaps I’ll lighten it up to “suck it.” Perhaps not. Continue reading “What Would You Like to Do with 2016? Yeah, Me Too…”

Please Note: fraGEElay…So Handle with Care

My son and I were stopped at a red light while coming home from school recently. We were talking to each other when I saw his eye line change from looking at me to looking beyond me, so I turned to see what it was that caught his attention. Continue reading “Please Note: fraGEElay…So Handle with Care”

What Happens When You Need a Heart Massage?

I got my MD from Grey’s Anatomy Medical School…There, I’ve learned all sorts of medical stuff—like how to pull a leech out of a nose, how to perform emergency C-sections with a clipboard, how a rash can be a possible sign of cancer, and so, SO much more. Continue reading “What Happens When You Need a Heart Massage?”

Why Sometimes You Need to Have Nothing to Find Something

While flex-schedule working has many benefits, it also has its share of challenges. From the time my son was born, I was fortunate enough to have a work situation that allowed me to work from home as needed. And while I am so grateful to have had that opportunity, one of the challenges that comes with it is feeling like I should always be doing something. Always. Continue reading “Why Sometimes You Need to Have Nothing to Find Something”

Pardon Me, But Do You Know Whose Shoe This Is?

With Thanksgiving in the rearview mirror and the rest of the holiday season square in our headlights, there’s lots swirling about for most of us. Life is busy enough, but then add in the extra holiday stresses and pressures, and no wonder “it’s the most wonderful time of the year” can ring hollow.  Continue reading “Pardon Me, But Do You Know Whose Shoe This Is?”