Today, October 17, is Metastatic Breast Cancer Day. Only one day out of the whole month of Pinktober is dedicated to metastatic breast cance...

Some days, I wonder if I love my children enough. I have had this recurring horrific thought of, "Would I really miss them if they w...

Back in April, one of the things I decided to do in the healing process was to take better care of my body. To not take my health for grante...

It began on a whim. August always makes me long for change. Summer isn't welcome anymore at my house. There are coughs and colds to keep...

My Aunt May is dying. She is 94 years old and has been in a nursing home for a few years. She is the last of the Carter siblings for whom my...

Throughout history, a woman's body has been a commodity. Men have used women to buy, barter, and force their way into power. It's ...

So. You want to start a blog. Or maybe you have already started a blog. Good for you. Everyone who wants to blog should absolutely do so. ...

I'm sorry you weren't here to watch Colin eat almost an entire length of Dreamland sausage by himself tonight. He is so you reincarn...

I only met Susan one time. We were at the Type-A-Mom conference, and I had my baby with me. Susan got down on the floor with her and started...

And so this happened at BlogHer. I met Sarah . Sarah has a fabulous parenting magazine. It doesn't contain one single illustrated r...

I am back. The city did not swallow me whole. The conference did not eat my lunch. The women did not drain the life out of me. Cliche. ...

Around the corner from our house is a delicious and locally owned yogurt store. We used to frequent it at least once a week. The flavors wer...

Some time last fall, Susan and I had a crazy idea. I don't remember who said it first, nor does it really matter - what with us being of...

What am I doing here? Not blogging, that's one thing. I'm healing. Still hurting. Mostly living. Getting help. Finding help for my...

Yesterday, yet another of Susan's legacies came to fruition. Susan connected Crickett's Answer to Cancer with LympheDIVA s, he...

I honestly don't know how it can possibly be May already. There are friends I have not seen in four months. New babies I haven't m...

Happy birthday, Susan. I love you, and I miss you.

I can't do this. Every time I come to write, it's because I can't do the happy anymore. Then, when I get a chance to write, I ...

Most days I leave my grief right here. Whether I publish it or just save it for myself, typing out my words enables me to go about my daily ...

Always  I don't usually know what to say, But I always will know how to listen. I don't know the answers to your questions, Bu...