Well…here it is guys. I’m in a magazine. Actually…”hot” off the press is not exactly true. The magazine came back from the print company and was published last week. It published the day after my dad’s heart procedure…the day he went into isolation. I didn’t feel it was the right time to share this kind…
If you know me…you had to know there was a post like this swimming around in my head somewhere. I mean, really….you knew it was coming. It’s mid-May and I have a high-school senior. How could it not be brewing?!? I think that I’m really glad that I didn’t have my blog when Mason graduated….
Run from what’s comfortable. Boy, oh boy…did I ever do that this past week. I wrote in my post “i did it” that I finally garnered the courage to try out a Parkinson’s-centered physical therapy class. And…I DID go back on Thursday. And…I DID get to punch things…and kick things. It was liberating! It’s probably…
I did it, you guys. I. DID. IT. That Parkinson’s-centered physical therapy group I mentioned a couple of posts ago…? I went. I was nervous. I was anxious. And I wanted to back out. But I didn’t. I was easily the youngest person there by 25-30 years. I was reminded of how weak my legs…
Alright, you guys…here’s your warning. Things are about to get all sappy and sweet up in here for a minute. I mean, come on. Just look at those fresh-faced babies up there…gazing off into their promising future together. It couldn’t get any sappier or sweeter…amirite? Seriously, though. Can we talk about this title? Twenty-five years?…