Tag Archives: expression

The Day Cancer Took My Friend

  This time of year, I find myself recalling the shock of diagnosis. I remember my laughter on October 1, 2013, when the bitter irony of being told I had breast cancer on the first day of Breast Cancer Awareness Month washed over me in all of its Pepto-Bismol Pink, marketing-schemed glory. Memories are at every turn, and snippets of… Read more »

The Day We Had a Star Wars Party

Sometimes you have to admit things for what they are and, the truth is, I’m not crafty. I could tell you it’s because I’m a busy mom of four. I could say it’s because of the impact cancer has had on my health. I could also plead that I’m putting a great deal of energy into this part-time writing gig,… Read more »

The Day I Defined Adulting

  Over the past month, social media has been abuzz with talk of the Buddy Bench, a designated seat near a school’s recess area where kids can go if they feel they need a friend. When other children see one of their peers sitting on the bench, they can invite that person to play, or engage him/her in conversation. This concept’s… Read more »

They Day We Stopped Dying Eggs

Five out of six members of my household refuse to eat hard-boiled eggs. Confronted with that knowledge, the yearly tradition of dying eggs to celebrate Easter makes no sense in our home. There are only so many eggs I can stomach over the course of a week, and, with four little sets of hands wanting to decorate, we are talking… Read more »

The Day I Wasn’t Indifferent

  It isn’t like I lived in a selfish vacuum before breast cancer and BRCA2 entered my life. I didn’t. I gave to my church’s weekly collection. I left out canned goods for the Post Office’s yearly food drive and bagged up our unneeded clothing and home goods for Purple Heart’s collections. If the kids’ schools ran a charity drive, asking for gently-used books… Read more »

The Day I Gave up on Time Drains

It’s true, we all do it. Each one of us has intended to complete a task planning to stay focused and motivated, and then we find ourselves distracted and moving in a different direction. I’m as guilty as the next person for getting mixed up with time drains. A sampling: Web surfing: I’ll start out with good intentions, going to… Read more »

The Day We Played Name Your Favorite

The kids and I are playing a new game this week. It’s called “Name Your Favorite, ” and this is how it began: We were sitting in the local Dairy Queen after a successful well-check at the pediatrician’s office. This Dairy Queen is the creme de la creme of the ice cream franchise: indoor seating, overdone seasonal decorations, and the… Read more »

The Day Good Intentions Were Hurtful

The cadence of someone’s words either draw us towards them or drive us away from them. A simple phrase, written or verbalized,  can pack a wallop of a punch: “He passed away.” “I’m sorry I hurt you.” “I love you.” “I ate the last donut.” “The 0-2 pitch, a swing and a miss! Struck him out! The Philadelphia Phillies are 2008… Read more »

The Day the Hum of Routine Quieted

Certain people across the globe like routine, and they treasure predictability, structure, and uniformity. They thrive when expectations are clearly defined, when schedules are set, when consistency rules the day. These people can be found almost anywhere, and they are called toddlers. It’s ironic that these same monotonous-loving creatures can surprise us with their own unpredictable actions. I learned early… Read more »

The Day I Began Overbooking Myself

I like to be busy. Give me some down time, and I might log onto our photo-storing site and organize the visual record of this past month into subdivided folders. If I’m going to watch a movie or televised sporting event, I will crochet for a charitable hat drive to keep my hands busy. Audio books are wonderful while I’m… Read more »