Okay, I’m really getting tired of being ‘the one’ who things happen to. I’m feeling like some Karmic cloud is hanging over both Dan and I, just waiting to zing us at every opportunity. We have had way too many ER visits, surgeries, and just general freak accidents to assume this is business as usual; … More On the Curse of the Accident Prone
We sit side by side, hand in hand, looking out at the world from our vantage of love. Companionable silence, deep conversation, dreams of what we hope will be. We have been through such raw life, you and I, so much laughter and tears, joy and sorrow. No matter what the future brings, it will … More Hand in Hand
The pandemic has thrown all of us into a tizzy, each of us handling the stress and anxiety differently based on our own individual personalities…and neuroses. For Dan, he is on a mission from God to knock off a ton of his ‘Mr. MacKenzie’ endless to-do lists of home projects. He’s rewiring, painting, cedar-lining closets…and … More The COVID Chronicles: On Fatigue and Silver Linings
This Saturday started at the crack of dawn as it usually does at Chez Gainey, even without Dan’s early morning yoga class at the YMCA. I took care of the animals and headed up to my garage gym to do kickboxing before walking Marley while Dan did his morning yoga. Afterwards we headed out to … More On Making Beauty Happen
Like many of us, my anxiety is through the roof right now. So much is up in the air, so much scary news hits us with a daily tidal wave of fear. I am doing my best to hang on, doing a long walk/run with Marley most every day, often heading up to Birmingham’s beautiful … More The COVID Chronicles: High Anxiety
Gone are the wisdom-filled words, the gentle embraces, the fiercely loyal protectors, for we are the motherless on Mother’s Day. The safety net is no longer there, that someone who knew you and loved you more than anyone possibly could. There is no treasure trove of stories about our history, our beginnings, only endings. Now … More For the Motherless on Mother’s Day
It feels like I am walking among the shadow people, a mere shadow myself. I am here, but I am not, as everything has changed. The things I once took for granted are no longer solid ground, each day now a pale reflection of the one before. Stubbornly I repeat the mantra that all is … More The Shadow People
