That video. No warning. Triggers for so  many, many women and girls. Her legs flailing. Her head snaps back. The legs of the chair off the ground. His arm. That body lifter arm. Around her neck. Terror. Sheer terror. And then her voice. The cry of a child wails and dear GOD. My heart. Our … Continue reading Us.

A Meme, a Selfie, and a Tweet Walk Into a Bar…

This past weekend, my husband and I instilled something radical into our family life. We reclaimed Sundays. My childhood reflects a time when retail businesses were closed on Sundays. Need a quart of milk? Well, then, wait until Monday my friend. I grew up in the part of the country that is now Silicon Valley. San Jose … Continue reading A Meme, a Selfie, and a Tweet Walk Into a Bar…


Bella asked me tonight if I remembered the day of her birth. Boy, do I. I remember so many things, and yet, there is so much I do not remember. I remember the roads to the hospital - the route we took so many times. Too many times. I remember the look on my doctor's … Continue reading Remember.


My daughter turns 10 years old one week from today. My entire week has become devoted to planning the ultimate Minecraft party. We celebrate birthdays quite enthusiastically around here. Let me tell you why.   My Bella is a medically fragile child. I just learned that term about a year ago when a professional referred … Continue reading 10.