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This has not been the year I wanted.  I caught a cold in the second week of January—a mild cold, I thought, until I coughed and heard the noise feared by everyone with severe asthma: the deep hacking cough followed by wheezing.  Monty and I looked at each other when I coughed and said, “Uh oh.”  “Uh oh” was right.  …

My mom has burrowed her way into my brain like an evil little leprechaun.  And she has done it purposefully.  Gleefully.  With no regard for my sanity. It started innocently enough:   Monty and I had a St. Patrick’s Day party at our house a few years ago, and I asked our guests to write a limerick and bring it with …

I am the very fortunate recipient of daily emails from my mom.  She sends them when she gets up, which happens to be about the time I go to bed—so my last thoughts before I go to sleep are often from her emails.  She shares verses and the concepts she’s studying in her personal and group Bible studies.  And sometimes, …

Monty and I stopped to pick up our mail on our way home last night, and mixed in with the usual bills and junk mail was a package from Monty’s dad.  Monty’s dad had said he was sending Monty some CDs, but when Monty opened the box, there was a DVD in it, too.  We put it in the DVD …

On Friday night, Monty and I went to see “Bohemian Rhapsody,” the movie about the band Queen and their front man, Freddie Mercury.  There’s a scene in the movie where a record executive argues with Freddie about the music that Queen wants to release.  Queen’s manager/lawyer says to the executive, “Fortune favors the bold.” That statement is a famous quote …

I lost something precious to me this week.  I lost a friendship.  It seems strange to write that—to call it a loss, especially since I’m the one who chose to end it.  Yet it’s still a loss—a significant absence, a profound emptiness, a deep sorrow. In her poem “One Art,” Elizabeth Bishop talks about loss.  She begins by talking about …

A few weeks ago, I said to Monty, “Well, this is going to be an awful day.”  He looked at me and said, “We’ve only been awake for thirty minutes.”  I said, “Yes!  And in that thirty minutes, I stepped in a hairball and lost my pants.  And in forty-five minutes, I have to be ready to leave for another …