Winter blues have officially settled into our household. February is always rough for many reasons, but when you love someone with PTSD it can be hard for reasons they don’t want to talk about until it becomes too much. I am not one that gets bogged down by feelings. I get overwhelmed, perhaps, but never…

My daughter was stuck. I had put her on the plane to go see her dad, like we do every Christmas Break for the past 6 years. This year was different. This was second time she would make the flight by herself. No flight attendant to make sure she was at her correct gate or…

Man, December is hard. It’s never been my favorite month as an adult. I am sure as a kid I had different feelings. Snow, sledding, presents. I think it started when my Grandpa decided he had a good run and decided to go to that big pasture in the sky with his dog Lady. I…

Another trip around the sun. I started my morning with my work out and breakfast made by my favorite guy and personal chef (California style Eggs Benedict). Tonight I will have dinner with my family. It’s my favorite tradition along with my dad calling me and singing happy birthday to me (He will do it…

I have been thinking a lot about work lately. Mostly because that’s my hobby. I work. I try to write on the side, but let’s face it; I have been working. My brain suffers from decision fatigue and often my passion is put aside because of , well, work. My former employer use to say…

I woke up from a bad dream. I starred at the ceiling and tried to recall all the missing pieces before the fluttered away into the atmosphere. It started with a very large, tall man grabbing the back of my hair and pulling backwards down a hallway. He then turned me to face forward and…

Feelings are fleeting. They last for only a minute. At most. I’m admittedly am a highly emotional human. I feel life and enjoy most of every thing life has to offer. I am optimistic. I like to laugh and I don’t take myself too seriously. I use to. I use to take myself so seriously…

What did you dream of becoming when you grew up? If you ask my mom, she would tell you weather girl. Since I have no sense of direction and really bad with numbers; that was out. But the one thing I always wanted to be was a writer. I have always had stories in my…

I am going to take a different approach to my blog this week. I am going to talk to you about something that has been misdiagnosed in me until I was an adult in my late thirties. I have Dyscalculia. Dyscalculia is a learning disability that makes math challenging to understand. I had always had…

June is never an easy month for me. It hasn’t been since I made the selfish decision to move away from California 6 year ago; every year I send my daughter back to spend time with her dad. Not just a week. The whole summer. It was the agreement for this selfish decision. It use…