I've been considering writing a memoir for awhile now. I still don't know if I will but I really enjoy sharing some of the more difficult moments of my life via writing. It seems those posts usually resonate with many of you, too. So while I ponder over the memoir, I may as well write out the stories that come to me and share them here. Today is the anniversary of the death of my dad, Gerald. This memory or story, has been in my head for the past 19 years. Today I was inspired to write about it.
Phone Call The day was shaping up to be a good day for adventure. It
was a week into summer vacation, the summer before the beginning of high
school. I was 6 weeks shy of my 15th birthday, an important one as I
would get my driver’s license, a rite of passage I was very looking forward to.
I had spent the night with my best friend, Alison, which was already a pattern
thus far during the summer as we hadn’t spent a night apart since the last day of
school. It was rare we stayed at he…
I have debated on sharing this story because it's a very personal one. It also affects a lot of people in my life as well as my bio dad's and half-brother's lives as well. But with their blessing, I want to share because not only do I want to document such an important event in my life, I also think it could help others who may be going through a similar experience. So sit back and relax... an epic story is coming your way.
Once upon a time... The day I was born At the age of 10 years old, home sick from school, my mom told me the story of how I was conceived. My dad had a low sperm count and the OBGYN told my parents it was not likely they would have a child. My parents, especially my mom, wanted children so badly. In 1984 Reproductive Medicine was a brand new specialty and in my little town, these were truly the pioneer days for alternative conception. Her physician suggested artificial insemination. My mom recalls writing down a description of what she wanted the donor to…
Hi friends! I hope you are all enjoying your holidays. I know I have been! It's Christmas Eve here and I am looking forward to spending this evening and tomorrow with my family.
In my last post, which you can read here, I spoke about my new routines to help combat the winter blues. One of those new routines was following a cleanse that I read about in the book Medical Medium by Anthony Williams. I hadn't been super inconsistent with taking care of myself. Healthy choices were sort of in a spurt fashion and then I would easily give into the craving for something with gluten, or alcohol, or so much chocolate or not making it to the gym or sleeping too much... just general depression and funk stuff. Even though all of that food tastes good and it is nice to sleep, it didn't make me feel better. In fact, I was super swollen at every joint, bloated, and had gained a significant amount of weight. And frankly, I was tired of it. I needed more of a kick than all of my false starts…