re-visions: nexus

This is how we spent Christmas Eve: Dad worked all day at the apartment. Scott worked all day at work and then went hunting for our New Y...

Hello, holidays. I hate you. Last year, although technically our second, is what I think of as our first holidays without Mom. We lost h...

To the person who once told me that women who do not have children are Less Than those who do: It was years ago - I wasn't even marrie...

They say good marriages are built on trust, and I've discovered this is never truer than when the love of your life, cleaver in hand, as...

Felt blah about doing a goodbye 2012, hello 2013 post, so 8 days into the new year, I'll just say, it was a tough year. And we made it...

Have found much joy in my new ultra-guilty, almost dirty little secret: cheap gel manicures at what I will refer to very lovingly as the ...

Putting my classroom together for the coming school year; using "Gilmore Girls" as background company for the long hours of tediou...

Summer. My favorite way to spend it -- an abundance of solitude and books, the comfort of a constant stream of Friends (all ten seasons), le...

She came to me in a dream - we were sitting side by side - not touching, but close. I wanted to see her, but chose the comfort of nearness o...

I was at the Experience Music Project in Seattle a few days ago, watching a larger-than-life Freddie Mercury perform "Another One Bites...

In retrospect - this entry is a little bit disjointed. scrabbling together a lot of thoughts and feelings. Mom's last days were a patch...

Dear Mom, In the middle of making pork chops right now ... I miss you more than ever. I never thought being able to pick up the ph...