Always Look on the Bright Side of Life
In which I try to stay positive, one step at at time.
A Waltz
My life in a box step.
Putting the Ack in Achalasia
Just one more thing I’m going to complain about.
On Condolences, From My Son
Atticus wrote a note to his teacher on the passing of her father. He wrote it with compassion.
A Mother’s Arms Are Made of Tenderness and Children Sleep Soundly in Them
Tricia’s father fought a long battle before he left us a few months ago. This is a post from one such fight in the summer of 2009.