Although we are notorious for late starts on trips, we got off right on time this morning and were pulling out of the driveway at 5:15 a.m. We hit the road after picking up my mom and making stops for ice and breakfast at the Golden Arches. The drive down through Arkansas and down Mississippi
Year: 2021
Tomorrow morning we will leave on our first post pandemic vacation. Our first trip to any destination other than the cabin in well over a year. Our first vacation with my mom. Her first vacation without my dad. The first vacation we have boarded our dogs (and Sarah’s diabetic cat). We all have been vaccinated
We had a busy “almost normal” time for the first time in over a year last weekend. Friday was consumed with errands and a routine vet visit. Saturday was a trip to see my father-in-law in South Arkansas for his birthday. And Sunday my sister-in-law and I drove over to Petit Jean Mountain so she
Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutesFive hundred twenty five thousand moments so dearFive hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutesHow do you measure? Measure a year? (Seasons of Love, Jonathan Larson, Rent) This isn’t the first time I have referenced lines from Seasons of Love in a post. This past year (2020) would
Dear Sarah, I feel like I should have something monumental to say on this, your 21st birthday. Everyone who knows you knows how sweet and caring you are, how smart and organized, and how dedicated you are to the causes you care deeply about. Although I would like to think you have had a happy
Spring has sprung all over central Arkansas. After a long winter that culminated in a late February snow event, I was ready this year for the milder weather. We only get a brief period of tepid temperatures around here before we jump full force into the heat and humidity of summer, so as soon as
Let me start by saying that I apologize for that title that may or may not have planted an earworm of a certain Disney song in your mind. But rather than the musings of an ice queen, this particular reference was inspired by another poem by Mary Oliver, whom I have been reading for a
Today was my annual oncology appointment with scans. I have written in the past about the stress these appointments give me. Oncologists and their treatment protocols are all very different and discovering metastatic cancer early does not necessarily increase longevity but my doctor likes to scan yearly if a patient’s insurance will pay for it
I originally wrote this very naive, simplistic, and optimistic post in January of 2018. I guess it is a good thing we can’t see the future, whether it was my family’s personal struggle of January 2020 or the entire nation’s chaos of the current year. But in the end the sentiment is the same. Day