Every Little Step Counts!

        I've been working on this post for a rather long time.  I keep writing some, then turning around and deleting some, then writing more, then deleting more.  I'm determined to keep trying, though.  Maybe this will be the draft that gets posted!

Scaring Myself in the Name of Hope

The Phoenix and The Butterfly project originally began over a year ago, when I began to wish there was some way to connect with others in a way that might help them.  This is not my first blogging effort, but it has a different tone and timbre, so to speak.

Relax....

You might have noticed, I have an issue with sleep.  Don't get me wrong, though, I don't dislike it in general!  I think it can be wonderful, feel amazing, and of course is great for one's health!  Believe me, I could list countless reasons and ways that sleep is a good thing.  In fact, I probably know more about sleep than the Average Joe.

Flash Mobs and Missing Moms

        Sometimes that ever-mysterious "they" have said, that when you miss someone who isn't there anymore, you can still talk to them.  Whether or not you believe in the mystical or other forms of believing, sometimes it does feel good to just let go of the obvious and just open your heart to the abyss.

So, here I go, demonstrating what I mean, to the abyss of the internet.

Ahem.

A Segue Perhaps? Or Nothing, Maybe.

I've started and restarted attempts to write an entry, at this point.  I've begun, looked away a moment, lost steam, and when I returned, there was nothing left.

Times like this become rather long, rather quickly.

Medical Goulash and Shopping Carts

Life is such a curious thing, isn't he?  Just when I begin to think he might be starting to make sense, he turns around and changes things around. I really think we are Life's favorite puzzle plaything.

Every Day Is A Different Flavor of Crazy

Anyone who really knows me, knows I say that line, or a variation thereof, a lot.

"How are you doing today?"

"Crazy as the day is long, thanks!"