Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen. – Winston Churchill
Frailty, thy name is cancer.
One moment, an oracle, another, a despot; it’s wedged its way in the crevice of each day – lurking, threatening to erupt if I give it too much attention.
Or too little.
Six months ago, I burst out of the oncologist’s office with an uncontainable laugh. I’d just found out the philadelphia (ie. leukemia) gene was at the lowest it had ever been. When David pointed this out to my doctor, he acknowledged with a smile that yes, you are doing very well, and several other words that I somehow understood to mean I was past the goal line and I was out of danger and this was as close to remission as CML gets.
I don’t know what I was thinking.
The love of money is the root of all evil; the lack of money is the root of all evil. – Robert Kiyosaki
If a person gets his attitude towards money straight, it will help straighten out almost every other area in his life. – Billy Graham
The last six weeks have been a blur of sun and travel; biking, flying, and driving; food, games, movies, and books.
Yes, you know me. There was a lot of books.
I left with four Kindle reads and two hardcovers, but when I arrived at our home-away-from-home, I also wandered to their lobby’s lending library. Always curious to see what others choose to buy then share with others, my eyes landed on a black-lettered green paperback: Moneyball.
From the first pages, Michael Lewis swept me back to adolescence, where September meant less about going back to school and more about the World Series. With each chapter, I returned to the smell of my Grannie’s kitchen and taste of my mom’s apple pie. I went back to the day I paced the front bedroom of my grandparents’ cozy old house, unable to watch as Dave Winfield tried to defy the curse of a 2-2-2 count.
‘I dread the idea of living uselessly.’ – Mary Electa Adams
Quick disclaimer: know that neither my husband nor I work for Amazon or have any connection with them.
No, really, we don’t.
Last Christmas my husband told me he wanted a Kindle for Christmas. I scathingly told him he was flying in the face of the spirit of reading and promoting an instant-satisfaction culture. I told him the point of books over television was the media difference of paper and words versus images and screens.
He eventually capitulated, claiming he just wanted to read more and thought the Kindle would help him do that.
After my purist monologue, I thought about what he said, and did some research.
And, I bought him a Kindle for Christmas.
Considering my previous rant, he was completely surprised on Christmas Day. Read more
A woman is like a tea bag – you can’t tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water. – Eleanor Roosevelt
Every time I go to work, I feel my heart rip out of my chest.
No, not really. But the thundering thump-thump-thump of my girls feet on the stairs, racing to give me a goodbye hug as I head out the door, always makes me feel conflicted.
I love my job. I love how much it connects to what I do at home: at work, I help women become mothers; at home, I try not to lose it with my own children.
Some days are more successful than others. Some days, I’m relieved to head out the door and deal with something else’s issues rather than my own. Other days, I wish I could curl up on the couch and read Biscuit books with my kids.
Some of my stay-at-home-mom friends tell me how they can’t believe I work outside the home. Others wish they had that outlet. Others (genuinely) wonder if I’m doing the right thing by working.
Sometimes I wonder the same thing.
And, other times, often only five minutes after I wonder if I should still be doing this, I’m so glad I do what I do. Read more