That’s Not Something…

ER doc Surgeon Chiropractor Naturopath Surgeon-repeat visit Naturopath-repeat visit Nurse On Thursday, I am getting a colonoscopy and EGD.

The American Songwriter Contest judges must not have come to my entry of “Open Road” yet, because I sure haven’t gotten any phone calls or emails letting me know I’ve won.

Saturday night, my sister saw one of my many, many posts about all the agony I’ve been going through and shot me a text attaching a link to the song “The Blessing” by Elevation Worship. (She knows me so well. Music is my thing.) We texted back and forth for quite a while. I knew […]

The other night during another crisis, a friend reached out and offered to go to the store for me for a certain medication I needed. She asked, “Is Ken there with you? Are you okay?” What I meant to say was, “He is out in the hot tub so that he is close by, but doesn’t […]

As most of you know, I am self-employed as a piano teacher and songwriter. Over the weekend, I went in to my boss’ office and asked for a two-week medical leave of absence starting today. She said it was okay.

Be prepared for an onslaught of posts. I’ve learned throughout the years that I tend to use writing as a tool to process trauma, endure medical hardships, reveal my comedic side , advertise my music, show my love for Jesus…oh, just all the things.

Two years ago, I was jetting off to Nashville with a friend to record “Turmoil” and “Weep.” Everything went wrong—delay at baggage claim, ice storms, near miss with a semi on the freeway, closed restaurants—but I’d do it all again. Today, I got jolted awake at 3:15 a.m. by this all-too-familiar pain. Worse attack yet. […]

Yeah, I’m pretty sure my mom has been laughing down from heaven as Ken and I have struggled over this puzzle for the past two months, “Wait until they discover there’s a piece missing…I forgot to write that on the box.”

I don’t know if I’ve been dipping too much into the Christmas fudge or what , but I can’t stop dreaming. I dreamt I was young and got married. On our honeymoon, my new husband and I went to a thrift store where he was giddy because of his discovery of a Harry Potter book […]

Two nights ago, I dreamt that the FedEx guy was trying to murder me. Last night, I had a long, rambling dream about Keith Urban; that’s more like it.