Avery’s heart

Every post I’ve written since this one is about more than whatever I’m writing about: it’s about coming to terms with the recent news we’ve had about Avery’s heart. Continue reading “Avery’s heart”


No More Tears

I’ve been thinking about the past, lately, reviewing things in my mind, reliving our early days, from that shocking phone call from the pediatric cardiologist with the words, “Good news!  You won’t be life-flighted to Seattle for emergency surgery!” (Tom’s reply:  My God, I didn’t even know that was an option) to the way the smell of the NICU used to seep into my clothes, my hair, my skin.  Especially, the babies.  They didn’t smell like milk, or diapers, or lotion, or even Tom, me.  They smelled like the hospital. Continue reading “No More Tears”

A choice

The post about doctors has gotten me thinking (again) about the words we choose, and how they have the power to shape our feelings about a person, an event, or even a diagnosis. There’s an excellent post up at Bridget’s Light about this very topic, I encourage you to check it out.

Thank you, Lisa, for the link!

Reading, Recycling and Green Works Wipes

We don’t have a way of recycling in my community, so I do what I can on my own:  empty egg cartons, toilet paper rolls, plastic milk jugs all end up in the craft bin.  Glass jars are washed and reused for jam, or storing seeds, or buttons.  And the large-size yogurt containers?  Those are my favorites for freezing homemade soup stock.  Which is how I’ve come to have a half-dozen or so, in a tidy bunch on a shelf in my freezer.  Continue reading “Reading, Recycling and Green Works Wipes”