Speaking Of Blessings

Making me feel better:

You telling me that you’ve been wearing the same shirt I bought you for Christmas since the day I last saw you until today, and thus, a total of eight days now, not because you are poor or have no other clothes to wear, but just because you like the shirt that much.

My baby-carrot sister. Because she can be feisty like a tamale, and yet comforting like a little carrot all in the same conversation.

Friends who, after I tell them that I am currently existing, as I do once every month (because I have to, I really don’t choose to ride this hormonal rollercoaster), in that happy-go-lucky pre-menstrual state of being otherwise known as: Highly Emotionally Unpredictable, I Just Might Be Upset For No Reason, Or For Every Little Reason I Can Think Of, And I Will Probably Cry On Cue, Or On No Cue At All, And On Every Cue In Between, tell me that I am allowed to bathe in my emotions, as long as I maintain a little piece of my brain that can remind me that I’m totally rational, and that people can JUST DEAL WITH ME FOR FOUR DAYS DAMMIT.

Weekend Update, Leprechaun Edition

I haven’t run a 5k since 2005, when my sister and I signed up to “trot” a Race for the Cure in Portland and then on race day, about twenty minutes before we were set to briskly walk with the rest of the meanders, she asked if we could run. We have different memories of this day, but I remember knowing we would run even though we had said we were going to walk. I also remember that while she → Read more...

Things I’m Contemplating As I Enter This, My Superhero(ine) Phase

This post inspired by my friend and Patron Saint of Divorce Redemption.

We’ve all heard about the five (or seven) stages of grief, the designated personal places you must traipse within and for yourself to be able to stand tall on the other side of whatever loss you are suffering. Stages you need to fight your way through surviving, and really processing, to be able to find yourself again.

In my head I liken the five stages of divorce to a wily → Read more...

Do A Big Sister A Favor?

Today is babycarrot sister’s 26th! Day of Cake. Being that my sister happens to be (awesome, yes! and) one of my favorite people on the planet, I think instead of being here, you should go here, and read all about what made her day great. (Seeing as how we’re all very visual learners around these parts, I will tell you that there are most definitely pictures. Of cake, even!)

You could even wish her a happy! birthday. You know, if you → Read more...

My Heart Is A Nautical-Themed Pashmina Afghan

We interrupt copious amounts of Asia recapping this broadcast for a maritime digression of sorts.

You see, I’ve been a lover of the ocean, and of all things aquatic and nautical-inspired, ever since I can remember.

My love for sea-faring-everything might very well have been fostered during the myriad spring breaks spent exploring quaint coastal communities in and around Port Ludlow, Washington. Some of my fondest childhood memories spring forth from days spent poking my curious face into every trinket shop in → Read more...