I don't handle emotion well. I don't handle other people's emotions well either. (Those of you that know me well are probably muttering "understatement of the year" after reading that.) For all I talk about self care and internal struggles, know there is a lot I am still working through. I'd like to think I… Continue reading Hi, I’m Laura.
Month: February 2020
What can I do?
It's a common question, and most commonly the first question in any kind of tragedy. We as people are empathetic, and want to help people in need. We can't stand to see others in pain, because it in turn gives us pain. So we try to help. Hurricane? What do you need? Blizzard? Do you… Continue reading What can I do?
10 months to the day
Today marks 10 months since Bob died. How can that be? My math is sketchy so I constantly second guess this fact, but he was diagnosed with cancer and died 10 months later, within a week to the day. Today is the day he died, 10 months ago. September 21st is our anniversary, so the… Continue reading 10 months to the day
“I can do this on my own.”
There's a very slippery slope attached to the feeling that a self-sufficient person does things themselves. And as convoluted as my thoughts are about this, try to stay with me. I've lived on my own (or at least, without assistance from my parents) since after college. I will say they did help with things when… Continue reading “I can do this on my own.”
Warning Lights
Happy Valentine's Day! Yes, a day of flowers and candy and sappy sappy love. But the best part is tomorrow when all that candy and flowers are on sale. That's my scene... A lot of people ask how I'm doing, how are the girls, how are things? It's a general question, sometimes it's said in… Continue reading Warning Lights
V Day
Don’t worry, this isn’t a “oh I miss Bob, who will buy me flowers?” kind of post. First of all, I did get flowers from an awesome friend of ours literally 2 minutes after I told Char the abridged version of the story I’m about to tell you. And even if she hadn’t, I can… Continue reading V Day
Pistol packing Gramma
Edie died last week, after years of declining due to mini-strokes and Alzheimer’s. She went from living on her own and managing the farm with Milt to needing 24 hour care from caregivers. I remember someone telling me when Bob got sick that ultimately the two of us were lucky. We had something not everyone… Continue reading Pistol packing Gramma
Contradictories
First of all, how much fun is that word? I mean seriously. So begins my third week of self-employment. I phrase it that way for a reason. One, it makes me feel like less of a slacker. I am starting to realize I am the complete opposite of a slacker, but when I sit down… Continue reading Contradictories
Radical… kind of
I find it amusing when people find out I have an industrial piercing in my ear, or 3 piercings in each ear, or that I have tattoos, or that I have purple hair. (I might just keep it purple forever, I'm completely in love with it.) I am the opposite of a "fashion radical." I… Continue reading Radical… kind of
Solo Mom of Tiny & Loud Dragons 