Welcome to my blog. I write about everything here - successes, failures and stumbles in healing my heart, my home, my health and a sailboat.
I didn't judge myself for muscles I used to have, but am proud of how far I have come since losing all my muscles to illness over the past couple of years. I am seriously amazed at the fact I have lost all my strength, all my muscles. I had been running and playing hockey consistently for 20 years until the illnesses really took over about two years ago.
I looked around and all I saw were families and couples showing each other love. Michelle hugged me. Niece Amanda, and momma to Max and Luke, squeezed me tight. My nephew Josh handed me his son as tears streamed down my face.
It is in our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light
-Aristotle
I awoke this morning and went for a run mulling this realization: I feel abandoned. Abandoned by someone I love and trust and who I thought would always be part of my life.
I have felt this once before. When my biological mother left me when I was 14.
Oscar challenged me this week to avoid writing about heartache or myself or sadness while I’m in Kentucky for Thanksgiving with family. Write about my travels, my family and the foods we eat and our adventures, he said, and no frog eyes. Those are the eyes that are welled up with tears. Ok, Oscar, I will try.
Kim sent me one of Nicky's ponies. How can I not look up when Nicky is helping me out - I must - he always did. Until the end, Nicky looked up. Nicky smiled and always wanted to see others smiling too.
With all that's going on in the world, I wonder how anyone can give up on a love both feel, not giving it a chance in the change. Isn't that what we're all looking for - to love and be loved? The rest can be worked out.
Instead, I love you but ...
I’m still incredibly sad - not that I thought one trip and a few days would un-break my heart or that in that time B would figure out his life or at least that he wants me in it to help us figure out our lives together. Such resolution doesn’t happen that quickly in fairytales.
"I'm sorry. I love you." Parting words as B left me and my shattered heart at the airport and he headed North with all his belongings.
Cat 4 Irma hit. Grandma died. Florida is rebuilding. A lot has happened in a month.
Irma is on her way - no stopping her now - she's headed toward Marco Island.
Blurry pictures but vivid memories. This is my friend Tracy Ratliff and I in seventh grade on a summer trip to Washington D.C. That was my last summer in the city schools, the last summer before I was reunited permanently with my dad and my siblings. Even then, I knew I would be a writer - a reporter in particular.
Island Girl gets a new look! Read all about it and watch my video here. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9xBEOFuM0Vk
Happy Solar Eclipse Day! This is perfect for today - I'm talking about cheese and my path - perhaps my path of totality.
June 22, I was fired - part of restructuring and downsizing - after 16 years as a financial journalist. While reeling from this sudden change, I contracted pneumonia, made a 4 a.m. visit to the ER a few hours before I was set to fly to Kentucky for my grandaddy's 90th birthday. Poop!
"Watch Your Head"
My friend Karl kept yelling "watch your head" as I headed out on my maiden voyage in my Sunfish.
You read that right - I finally sailed!
Functional medicine doctor update: I don't have leaky gut (yay!) but I CAN'T HAVE WINE, along with any brewer's yeast wearing relatives and 33 other items for three months and possibly for life.
