I love books. I’ve always dreamed of owning a home and turning one room into a gorgeous little library. In the fantasy there is also oversized armchairs facing a bay window overlooking the grounds of my small country estate with groundskeepers trimming the topiary trees wishing they too could be locked away in my library. Continue reading
This week in my New Idea column, I wrote about telling your kids you have cancer. Talking to our little man about my diagnosis has been one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. When he looks at me with his gorgeous little face, pleading for me to play with him it’s hard to say no. Continue reading
There is something about beautiful handwriting and drawers full of stationary that I’ve always found appealing, so it’s no surprise that in the last few months I’ve gotten into calligraphy and lettering. Continue reading
Today has been a shitty day. I’ve cried for almost the entire second half of it and it’s only 6pm. Two hours of that was spent sitting on the deck getting fresh air to try and make me feel better (didn’t work) and wiping snot on my shirt because I was too lazy to go get the tissues. Continue reading
Not long after our son first came to live with us, I was around at my parent’s house with him. After playing with all the standard toys for a while he rushed into the spare room. My mother laughed. “I know what he’s gone to get,” she said. As his giggles subsided, I heard it. The most evil of noises, the most horrible sound – a small, plastic toy lawn mower. Continue reading
