Hi, Honey! A Dementia Diary

For decades, 4 p.m. meant one thing to me: a phone call to my mom. And then one day, it was gone. Hi, Honey! A Dementia Diary shares the story of loss, grief, and growth. I can't wait for you to read it.

A Handmade Goodbye

It really wasn’t that hard, except for the tears that kept filling my eyes as I pushed the needle through the quilt's sturdy fabric to form the words, "Love, Judy."

An Unexpected Reminder of My “Why”.

In the land of travel planning, not every booking is a big one, but sometimes, the smallest booking of all is the one that offers the biggest reward. Sometimes, that means an early drive to the airport on a day that I'm not going anywhere at all.

F**king First Times? What the Sh*t.

Current status? Buckled up with a bit more confidence than I had a week ago. Oh, and a giant box of tissues, just in case.

Black Friday Shopping (with Mom)

It’s not the first time I've taken my Mom shopping since she died, tucking her tiny urn into a pocket for a day out. It sounds batshit crazy, I know, but there is something very cathartic about it.

Hormone Harmony? Tell Me More.

Is this a TMI entry? Maybe? I’m not sure. Dad, read with caution. I have a few friends who have become amateur hormone dealers. By “hormone dealers” I mean they are becoming experts on the role of estrogen or progesterone or testosterone or chocolate paired with romantic comedies on the female body and, more importantly … Continue reading Hormone Harmony? Tell Me More. →