Author Archives: LwithaC

No Time Turner Available

Good morning y’all. Lately I’ve felt the stress of wanting to be in two places at once. Pummeled by the reality that I CANNOT do all the things (because they’re often happening at the same time). The guilt that encompasses me is pretty illogical. Am I really gonna be mad about being subject to theContinue reading “No Time Turner Available”

More Than Humans

I haven’t written in awhile. Or rather, I haven’t written anything to share. Things are just so… inconceivable. (And I’m sure we all just imagined Princess Bride). Lately it feels like nothing I add adds value. Writing, lecturing, discussing, it all just feels like… fiddling while the world burns. There’s nothing I will say thatContinue reading “More Than Humans”

Love Letter 3674

If I wrote a love letter to my husband every day (I don’t, but if I did), today’s would read like this: I fall more in love with you every day. Or rather I fall in love with you again every day. Little things remind me of how amazing you are and how lucky weContinue reading “Love Letter 3674”

Guardian Angels at the Park

As many of you know, my kiddo is quite the climber. QUITE the climber. “I’m a National Climber,” she’ll tell people, after overhearing me call her a natural climber. After all, she crawled up the stairs long before she walked, and then trees, playgrounds, any structure she came upon. And at eight, we’ve reached the point whereContinue reading “Guardian Angels at the Park”

From the Mouths of Babes, War Edition

I’ve been quiet. There’s been so much and I didn’t feel I had much to add, so I let the chaos swirl within me. Yet even when I don’t write, the world spins on and there are parent teacher conferences and lunches to pack and news to digest. Then last night we were driving toContinue reading “From the Mouths of Babes, War Edition”

Deck Blinds

These blinds have been sitting on my deck for longer than I care to admit. They symbolize the double work of chronic illness. See, I am intermittently functional. There are days that my body can do just about anything, and then there are days where even my hair hurts. The ratio of functioning days toContinue reading “Deck Blinds”