She Can't Read Cursive

This post was written in 2018 and never published.  This organization, Breast Wishes, is stronger than ever and granting so many wishes of joy to so many women (and men!) with breast cancer.  In fact, it was just this year that I discovered that my wish was the first one that Breast Wishes granted!  I had no idea.  I assumed it was an established organization when I was introduced to it, but it turns out they were just getting started.  They recently held a fundraising even where they raised around $170,000!  That will provide a wish to nearly 115 beautiful souls. That is mind blowing!  I contacted Breast Wishes because I was done with my treatment and I'm 'supposed to go back to normal'. What does 'normal' even look like? My husband and I had been purposeful with our time the last two years; making lots of memories and having lots of experiences. So, what would bring me JOY? When we moved into the new house, it was our plan to replace all the inte...

(I have found the back way into my blog again after not being able to access for years.  So I found this unpublished blog post.  And it feels relevant today as I parent a tween. Do other mothers of preteen girls feel like they are failing too? Feeling as if we can't quite do/say/don't say the correct thing in this 'era'? Anyone else hoping to be rescued from the confusion of 6th graders?) I have Gianna’s little friend Dena (grateful that all these years later they are still connected) to thank for coming to my rescue. The girls were in their very first ballet dance recital. They had just turned 3. All of them were dressed in their tutus and buns with absolutely no regard for the practiced choreography, but happily smiling and waving from the stage none the less. I thought my heart might explode from the cuteness. Two minutes later when the dance was over, I realized in horror that all the parents except us had brought the customary bouquet of flowers. Ugh! What?...