You know how it feels when you’re falling in love? At first, it’s all hot and heavy and you can hardly think of anything but being with the other person. You live them, breathe them, you almost want to EAT them! But things eventually steady. The boil, though still burning, simmers down and you start to see stuff you hadn’t seen before. And often it’s these subtleties that’ll either END IT or enchant you all the more.
Longtime readers of this blog know all about my love affair w Atlantic City. But for the less familiar, AC and I have HISTORY — and I was ready to make more.
In the weeks since my last post, I’ve fleshed out the entirety of my upcoming road trip: attractions, hotels, restaurants, even a few thrift shops I want to hit. I found an old journal in a drawer upstairs and knowing no one would miss it, ripped out the first few used pages and made it mine.
Night before last we were having dinner. The discussion turned to teeth, and my younger daughter asked whether she could get braces. We explained that first you have to lose all of your baby teeth, and as late bloomers (read: slow tooth losers), Continue reading “Crippled, handicapped or disabled?”
As someone who’s spent the better part of a decade trying to reconcile herself to a chronic disease, I know all too well you can be miserable, or you can accept, adapt, and move on. Shit happens. Whether good or bad, it’s life. And life is what you make it.
Four years ago I told the world: I want to be a roller girl. I declared my intent, as well as my fear, and I owned it. Although some initially scoffed, most readers said GO FOR IT! Last fall, I finally strapped 8 wheels to my feet and rolled out of my comfort zone.
If you wrote a post about what you’d accomplished in the past year, would it begin with your spouse’s facial hair? ME TOO!