Something awful happened at the tail end of our California vacation last June. A near-miss so traumatizing that it's taken me six months to write about it. As the year is winding down, I'm looking back on all the fun stuff we did as a family, and this one memory is like a sharp little pain in the corner of my mind. It's my hope that sharing it now will help me move forward and let go of some of the guilt. Last June, my family took a road trip …
the man
Let’s talk about ANXIETY!
Sooooo, 2013 is coming quickly to a close, and even though I've barely written on my blog all year long, one of the things I've written about A LOT is my stupid leg injury. Dealing with all of that fuckery has made for kind of a downer year for me. I mean, not entirely. Don't get me wrong. I've still had lots of fun with my husband and kiddos and friends, and I've done fun things, and I've enjoyed the holidays, and blah blah blah. But still, the …
September.
I've been wanting to sit down and write. Not that you'd know it or anything. I saw the front page of my blog the other day and said to myself, "Oh, I last updated in the middle of August - that was just a couple of weeks ago!" Uh, no, Laura. This is the end of September, not the end of August. Where did the month go? Holy crap. Lately I've just sort of been floating. Not engaged in anything much beyond spending time with my husband and …