Tag: adoption

Healing: day 6 (healing)

That’s us today, still healing. I know we’re healing as we watched Private Life on Netflix last night and I didn’t have a massive breakdown. Then again the topic was infertility without pregnancy loss. The other night I watched the This is Us episode on miscarriage from last season and while it hit on the emotions, it addressed pregnancy loss…

City Mouse –> Country Mouse

The other day I was standing in a parking lot, waiting for our Azure delivery (it’s like Costco for organic/non-GMO foods – cheaper, in bulk, and there are delivery spots all over the country, love it…), and chatting up a lady about what we were ordering, where I was from (being the new kid in the group, after all), etc.…

Eco-licious

I know this is a horse property we bought but this scary golden-eyed horse “window” outside on the patio is going to have to find a new home… I’m back for some calling out of stuff that I think needs calling out, woo hoo! Fuck civility. “Are we really to believe that the same people who voted for a man…

Week in Pictures

  So I already packed up my pie plates, and yet the rhubarb still begged to be picked. So I (gasp) bought a storebought crust as I also had a big ass bunch of strawberries from the farmer’s market last week that needed to become pie. So I pulled out my copy of A Year of Pies by the awesome…

This weird clusterf**k anniversary

  April 22nd is a weird fucking day for me. First of all, it’s Earth Day. Not weird. Awesome, in fact. My favorite holiday.  I’ve written about it from a technology perspective, as well as from corporate “green team” and volunteer perspectives, Today I will plant bachelor’s buttons and sunflower seeds in the garden, something we’ll not get to enjoy…

my dualities, my life, my journey

I took my love, I took it down Climbed a mountain and I turned around And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills ‘Til the landslide brought it down Oh, mirror in the sky What is love? Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changin’ ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons…

Playing it by ear (3 day journey)

TUESDAY I can’t say each day what I am going to feel or hear or inhale or gather in. I know that I am not a mother. My therapist told me to express thanks for blessings already on their way and I said why. WHY. We did this one year ago, two years ago, three years ago and…nothing. The agency…