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  • Missing Magpie (Warning: Emotions)

    Missing Magpie (Warning: Emotions)

    I became Magpie’s mom on the worst day of my life. After years of suffering, my sweet friend—Magpie’s mom—left this world in November 2018 when the pain became too much to bear. She entrusted me with Magpie, which was the most heartbreaking honor I could have fathomed.

  • Oh, [S]Nap!

    Oh, [S]Nap!

    This was originally written January 5, 2024, in case you were wondering if Noodle had been resurrected. I figure I’ll start sharing some of my writing that would otherwise go to die on my computer. How lovely is an afternoon nap, especially during the wintertime? I love cozying on the couch with the dogs, pilfering…

  • Let it slow

    Let it slow

    I’ve been meaning to post for the last several weeks, and I’m finally here. I was mostly busy judging the writing ideas that came to mind and, ya know, getting in my own way—something I think most of us can relate to. I’ve also been pretty sick for the past several weeks.

  • Doggone it

    Doggone it

    Yesterday marked one month without Noodle. I felt her absence strongly on Tuesday when I returned home from a trip. Often, reuniting with the dogs is the highlight of coming home from vacation. But on a shuttle at the airport, it struck me that Noodle wouldn’t be part of the welcoming committee for the first…

  • Docu-Drama

    Docu-Drama

    One night last week, I decided to watch a documentary while I worked on a jigsaw puzzle. If that sounds nerdy, I agree—and I own every bit of it. I browsed titles, looking for one that sounded inspiring. I love all types of docs, but I wanted a boost that night. I landed on one…

  • Adieu, Noodle Lou

    Adieu, Noodle Lou

    Growing up, I wanted a dog, but I feared the yet-to-be-acquired dog’s death. I suspect that’s not typical kid behavior, but my CF diagnosis instilled in me a death obsession. I grieved every loss I could dream up—even losses of relationships that didn’t yet exist. In May 2012, with Ramón’s encouragement, I decided I was…

  • Week 4: Simple September

    Week 4: Simple September

    Another week of Simple September has come and gone. Of all the weeks this month, this was the least simple, but hey. A lot fell beyond the limits of my control, and I handled it with more grace than I anticipated. Although the week’s events weren’t particularly simple, I didn’t overcomplicate them—which is all I…

  • Week 3: Simple September

    Week 3: Simple September

    I’m here with another Simple September recap. My biggest victory over the past week has been following my gut. Because of this, I was less sterotypically productive (i.e., working hard, making money) and a lot more that-book-is-really-calling-to-me-and-I-shall-answer productive (i.e., soul-level fulfillment). Some bigger things are happening this week, so check Instagram for the daily recap.…

  • Week 2: Simple September

    Week 2: Simple September

    Another week of Simple September has come and gone! Most nights I found myself scrambling to think of something to post, which isn’t *quite* what I had in mind when I developed Simple September (#StressedAboutPostingSeptember?). So, my goal for this week is to be more mindful of my surroundings throughout the day. In other words,…

  • Week 1: Simple September

    Week 1: Simple September

    Here’s what went down during the first week of Simple September. Highlights include fun socks, cozy naps, and threats of hospitalization. Dun dun dun… 💜Keep up daily on Instagram!💜

  • 13 Years of Noodle

    13 Years of Noodle

    Thirteen years ago today, Ramón and I brought this magical creature home. We had already picked her name, Noodle, because I wanted it to pair nicely with Ramón’s French Bulldog, Alfie—short for Alfredo. We considered every pasta type we could think of, ultimately landed on Noodle. Ziti was a close second, but I’m glad we…

  • Twenty Twenty Thrive

    Twenty Twenty Thrive

    I’ve historically been the goal-setting type, excited about the fresh feeling of a new year. But as we welcome 2025, I don’t feel my usual level of enthusiasm. I’d typically read too much into that, trying to dissect the “why,” but I’ve decided to instead use one of my least favorite phrases: it is what…

  • Joyful June: I Broke Myself

    Joyful June: I Broke Myself

    As May drew to an end, I decided I wanted to approach June with a different perspective. Having become increasingly bogged down by the ins and outs of daily life, I liked the thought of making a conscious effort to look for the joy that exists in each day. And, if I had trouble finding…

  • At therapy this morning…

    At therapy this morning…

    “At therapy this morning” seems like a quick, somewhat cheap way to capture someone’s attention. But it just so happens to be an accurate line to start the post I’ve come here to write. At therapy this morning, I said today’s date, April 3rd, out loud. I can’t recall the reason, but as the words…

  • 2.7 seconds on a bull named Fu Manchu

    2.7 seconds on a bull named Fu Manchu

    Little memories of Ramón pop into my mind on an almost daily basis. Occasionally, though, one will surface from the darkest depths of my mind—things I haven’t thought about since they were present moments. One of these memories emerged last week, and, although it made me emotional, I was grateful for its reappearance. If I…