We are finally coming to the conclusion of a huge outdoor home project that has been years in the making…hopefully the next-to-last summer of big, expensive home projects (said with slight smirk, as I know both my husband and myself all too well when it comes to how much we love working on Chez Gainey). … More On Serendipity and Freelancing Therapy Dawgs
I have written so much about my mother, always trying to portray her as the imperfect and very real woman that she was. To me, her imperfections and quirkiness were what made her special and so very strong. After all of these years, maybe I’m finally allowing myself that same understanding. I have struggled unsuccessfully … More Imperfect
The new semester began yesterday with such promise; I popped out of bed at 5am, kickboxed in my gym, took care of the animals, did some house chores, and was in my office by 7:15 to prepare for my 8am class. I wish that I had counted how many student issues I took care of, … More On Throw Away Days
In the blink of an eye my youth is gone; Instead of dewey innocence, lines of laughter, tears, and time etch my brow. Where did life go? I refuse to utter words of complaint, though; Each and every day has brought with them lessons, Wisdom gained through pain and loss…and joy. While my outer shell … More The Blink of an Eye
I awoke before dawn on this morning of a waning summer, Laughter kissing my lips, joy in my heart. There is so much to be grateful for, Even in a world filled with aching darkness…maybe especially so. If in darkness we can still find the beautiful and the good, Then what can stop us?
I took Shiva for her checkup a couple of days ago; the last time she was quiet as a mouse the entire visit…this time she was great until about a third of the way through the appointment. At that point her head began spinning around and sounds erupted from her that I’ve not ever heard … More The Shiva Chronicles: Decisions
I took a bad fall while walking Marley early yesterday morning; totally my fault for trying to remove my phone from my armband to answer a call (something I never do while exercising, but thought it was my sister or my best friend). Not paying attention for even a moment while walking Southside’s uneven and … More On Paying Attention
