There are times when my heart feels filled with shards of glass, glistening and beautiful, but painful to embrace. Sometimes it is too much to take in; the worry, the pain, the heavy responsibility. My brain freezes, numbing the pain, allowing my heart time to just be. Memories of what was and dreams- or perhaps … More Shards
Thanksgiving was many things during my childhood; I remember my brothers and sisters and their spouses coming, filling the old house on Westwood Lane with laughter and stories as Mom busily cooked in the kitchen. They poured through the photos in the two metal tins, reliving their own childhoods through the treasured family photos. I … More Thanksgiving at The Piccadilly
I was so grateful to wake up in my own cozy bed this morning, Dan beside me, Marley between us, and Shiva snoozing on my chest, after being on a brief-but-fun recital tour with my best friend and duo partner. There truly is no place like home, no matter how fun the adventure is. I … More Echoes
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 dreamt of you last night, I held you close and you felt so real, Deeply etched memories filling in the gaps, Your sweet smile and blue eyes sparkling with mischief. In my dream I was trying to protect you from something, to shield you from harm, just as we always did for each other- … More Mother’s Day Redacted
I met with my physician on Monday and my therapist on Tuesday, both women for whom I have huge respect. I cried at both of them as I recounted the events that had brought me back to them, but I felt a sense of relief that I’d made the step toward getting help. I want … More One Per Cent and Surprise Sushi
I am lying in bed in the dark on the verge of another panic attack, even on the anti-anxiety medication that the ER doctor prescribed for me a few days ago when I thought I was having a heart attack. It seems that all of my biggest fears have curled up in bed with me, … More On Fear Nights and Snow Days
Mom and Sophie. I have promised that I will always write truthfully on my blog in the hopes it might help someone out there who is fighting the same battles, and so I will be honest; I’ve been struggling for a few weeks now. On New Year’s Eve a very dear dog- one who I … More Self-Care and the Southern Woman
I was on my computer with the large screen and happened to look closely at this photo, my favorite of my sweet Sophie, gone since New Year’s Eve. I noticed something I don’t think I had before; as I studied the image I realized that there was a reflection of me in Sophie’s eye. I … More Reflections, Black Dogs, and Do-Overs
I caught a tear drop on my finger, sadness filling every crevice and corner of my heart. So much was contained in the glistening orb; memories of love and laughter, poignant and real, joined with those of loss and sadness, laced with regret, Beginnings and endings, melded into one. I closed my eyes and put … More I Caught a Tear Drop
The View from Here 