Whose Plan is This, Anyway?

All smiles and optimism at 5:30am on race day. As I sit here, enjoying my hot coffee in the early morning hours, another young mother ...

I had a brief moment a few weeks ago, one of those life-flashing-before-your-eyes moments, where I was sure I’d feel pretty stupid for surv...

I’d forgive you for thinking, after reading this post, that I concoct ridiculous scenarios just so I will have something to write about. I ...

To be clear, I know this is a hyperbole, but I am starting to feel a little bit like Job. And before you jump down my throat, I do realize ...

Sometimes the only answer is a martini. Wait, that sounds bad. Sometimes the only answer is… um….well…yep. Still a martini. Fir...

F or a long time after my diagnosis, I found it nearly impossible to dream. I don’t mean dreaming while I was asleep. I mean dreaming of fu...

I should know better than to plan. Honestly, I should just sit back and let the river of life take me where it will (even if I usually end ...