I should have been emptying my brain, so as to get a decent few hours of rest, but I was only filling it with tiny ballerinas. Just recently noticed I’m sleeping most nights in this pirouette-like pose: arms either at my side or up above my head and one knee raised, foot tucked in at the side of my leg and my straight leg with … Continue reading pirouette


I’ll be good

When I was a kid I’d obsessively arrange things in my bedroom in such a careful way that somehow I thought if everything was “perfect” then nothing bad would happen. It was a way to control what I could; a way to feel in control of my reality. It failed miserably. Bad things happened anyway. Sometimes I wonder if I still do this. Other times … Continue reading I’ll be good



It’s been an excellent day spent with excellent people, oh and today was my birthday! No biggie, just thirty-nine. No cake this year, even though I told my co-workers they could eat a full gluten, full sugar cake (or CUPCAKES!), while I watch…not creepy at all. Health-wise I am doing really well, my inflammation is waaay down and I can sleep for about 6 hours … Continue reading thirty-nine



I’ve never been great with plants. That’s what I tell myself, anyway. Last weekend I went ahead and got three separate potted plants and much to my surprise they are thriving. I bought a rose bush, impatiens and some other mix of purple and white flowers. It was a bit daunting for me to choose from all the plants at the nursery…so I just got … Continue reading bloom

Cloudy sky.


I spent quality time with Mac today. He scratched his ear and hurt himself…which means Dr. Mom (hi there) had to treat his booboo and give him lots of hugs…a new pillow for his crate, an extra long walk, and a car ride with the windows down so that he could hang his head out and hopefully let some air at his battered ear. We … Continue reading weirdo


love is life

We’re on the verge of starting a new month (March already?!). I’m only a little bit frazzled. It’s amazing the amount of pressure I put on myself to get things done. Meanwhile I miss people’s birthdays and don’t call my Mom nearly enough. I often wonder how people with children (i.e. more responsibilities than me) ever get anything done. February wasn’t a total wash. At … Continue reading love is life