Dolphins at the Zoo : My Miscarriage

Little boy hands

I see her in my bathroom mirror

Thanksgiving is about more than being thankful
When I think about what the first Thanksgiving must have been like, thankfulness is not the only major theme that comes to mind. Groups of people coming together to share a meal and learn about each others cultures; to feast and to praise, not to judge. That's Thanksgiving. As I sit at the table this year, I will not only think about how truly lucky I am and how many things I have to be thankful for, I will also think about how far we have come as a country, as a community, toward peace and equality. (We may still have work to do, but we have made strides in the 200+ years since this nation was founded).Imagine what it must have been like to sit at that fi

Not Perfect
In 5th grade I couldn't get my hair to do that perfect sausage role with the curling iron like all the popular girls could. I'd get so frustrated and mad. I'd re-wet my hair. Spray more hair spray... nothing worked! My mother, trying to be supportive would say, "It's okay, people like you better if you're not perfect, anyway.""Yeah right!" I thought.I'm now 31 and I'm not one of those super-human uber- mom's (like you didn't already know). In my world, the toast is burnt, the carpet is dirty, and I can never fit everything into my purse.I'm never good enough. My house isn't clean enough, the dinner's not tasty enough, my k

Letting Go of a Dream
Early this morning I drug myself out of bed, pulled on my oversize pink hockey sweatshirt, and snuck out of the house while Nate and the kids slept. I spent the first quarter mile cursing myself for thinking it was a good time to get some exercise. The air was cold and the sky was dark. What person in their right mind subjects them self to this sort of torture?Soon the sun started to rise, and off in the distance I could see that the horizon was the same shade of pink as my sweatshirt (click here to see sweatshirt). My body actually started to like the idea of a little exercise. My legs began to warm up, my heart pounded and the

My Body Responds.....
This post is in response to an earlier letter I wrote to my body. She is not pleased and is thinking of evicting me! To read the original letter, click (here).Dear Susan,I am very upset! After ALL I have done for you?? You can't even address me in private? You have to go and post your complaints on your blog!! This is ridiculous! I feel attacked! You go on and on with your rambling list of complaints, and ONLY MENTION IN ONE LINE THAT I GREW TWO ENTIRE HEALTHY HUMAN BEINGS FOR YOU?? That was no easy task, my friend! A combined 18 m

Letter to My (old) Dentist
Dear Dr. XXXXXX,As a child I had bad experiences with the dentist. It was painful, and scary, and I never wanted to go. When I became a teenager and could choose my own dentist, I started going to you because I heard that you were nice and fun did an excellent job. You were! I felt comfortable in your dental chair. You were warm, caring, and even funny. I won the Dentist lottery!Life got away from me and I hadn't been to your office in over 8 years. I grew up, became a mother and for some reason started avoiding my dental visits again, but I always held my vision of you, and your practice, in high regard.As the mother of a boy l