I’m dating a human being. A wonderful human, but still, a human. He can frustrate me beyond measure. When he comes home late for dinner or doesn’t pick up on my not so sublet hints that I want him to take me out for ice cream, I begin to think, maybe not in so many… Continue reading Bless Him; Change Me
Three years ago today, with knots in my stomach, I drove myself to the courthouse. I tried to keep my hands from shaking as I worked my way up to the courtroom I was assigned. My lawyer in the hallway coached me on what was about to happen and I flashed as confident of as… Continue reading Guilt, Shame, and Divorce
I don’t know of a better way to express love than through bread. There’s something about a hearty slice paired with coffee or tea shared with a friend discussing what’s on our hearts that gives a feeling of comfort and care. Whether it’s your grandma’s yeast bread recipe slathered with homemade jelly, a nutrient rich… Continue reading Peanut Butter Gluten Free Banana Bread
March is MS Awareness Month and all month, I’ve been mulling over what to write. MS has been a huge part of my family’s life for as long as I can remember, but yet how was I supposed to tell people about a disease that no matter how much it was explained, never made sense… Continue reading The Person Behind MS
This warm trend in our cold Michigan weather had me thinking salad yesterday! Actually, that’s a lie. I was thinking more pancakes and pizza, but my almost, sort of mother in law asked me to bring a salad to the dinner we were having. I contemplated making a pizza salad, but the more I thought… Continue reading Sweet Potato Quinoa Kale Salad
We’ve all heard the horror stories of people with anorexia. Getting so thin their periods stop, they lose their hair, heart problems, death, so on. I remember knowing these things when I was highly restricting my caloric intake as a young teenager. I thought, “yeah, that isn’t good, but I’m not like that. I’m just… Continue reading If I Only Knew
Drip, drip, drip. I gazed sleepily at my coffee pot that was taking all to long to brew this morning. It would have been faster had I grown my own own coffee beans, ground them, and used a French press coffee maker. As I wearily watched the the monotonous dripping off my tiny hand-me-down coffee… Continue reading Flames and Failure
Unknowingly, we begin shaping our opinions of ourselves from a very early age. A series of seemingly unimportant events and circumstances create the framework of how we view ourselves. My earliest memories of how I felt about myself were what we all now as adults aim for: pure confidence, almost to the point of conceit.… Continue reading I Am Not Enough.