giving thanks

There’s much to be thankful for on this day of Thanksgiving in the US. Last year a moment like this would not have been imagined because, yes, his health was THAT bad. He couldn’t/wouldn’t see it but everyone else saw it…and often would take me aside to express their concern.

So I should give thanks for this moment.

I do.


And I also give thanks for what happened ten months ago too because he was so damn lucky and finally could see what everyone could see and worried about.

That expression of gratitude likely makes me a horrible person in the eyes of some. That’s probably why I am so good at Cards Against Humanity.

Oh, and I give thanks for the fun we had as a family playing that last night.

Happy Thanksgiving y’all.

Sometimes our light goes out but is blown into flabby another human being. Each of us owes deepest thanks to those who have rekindled this light. ~ Albert Einstein


pink for Traci

When I started this adventure 11 years ago, one of the things that shocked me was that there were people who were actually interested in what basically has been my own navel gazing. Successful, popular, noted writer-type people who would share links of some of more memorable moments in this juggling act that I shared. For better, or for worse, they encouraged this. I for one am grateful for the encouragement.

One such person, Traci Arbios, has been an encourager, mentor and friend for years now. Right now Traci is in a fight…a mighty big fight. Earlier this week she suffered a life-threatening cardiac event. For those who know her, this came as a shock as she is a healthy, active 45 year old woman. Paramedics managed to restart her heart and she was then airlifted from the Fresno area to UCSF where she remains on life support quite possibly needing a heart transplant.

This witty, brilliant wife, mother of seven, friend and mentor to many faces a long, tough path to recovery. A gofundme account has been created with an amazing response which is wonderful because she and her family are going to need all the help that they can get.

In the meantime, to help grow the support for Traci, and create an online presence of support while her family is rallied around her, please consider sharing via social media a photo of yourself proudly wearing pink in some way (a favorite color of hers, which she once dyed her hair), with the hashtag #gopinkfortraci. Together, we can help Traci and her family feel our love and support during this incredibly difficult time.

I love you Traci!


not average

It’s clear that I am not your typical runner. Then again, who is the typical runner? I run. I run slower than quite a few runners. Granny pace they call it. But wait, I am a granny…a Mima…so any pace I run, no matter how fast or how slow is going to be a granny pace.


I rock that granny pace.

I rock it hard!

I run.

I’m not training for any race or endurance event…at least right now. I just run. These days a %K or a 10K here and there is enough Even better when there is bling at the end of the run.

The bling is just as sweet.


belongs right here

“Just cheer up” is almost universally looked at as the most unhelpful depression cure ever. It’s pretty much the equivalent of telling someone who just had their legs amputated to “just walk it off.” …well-meaning people will tell me that I’m keeping myself from recovering because I really “just need to cheer up and smile.” That’s when I consider  chopping off their arms and then blaming them for not picking them up their severed arms so they can take them to the hospital to get reattached.

~ Furiously Happy – Jenny Lawson

Now how in the world does the above passage have anything to do with sailing on the San Francisco Bay on the most perfect Fall day?

Probably no connection at all; except for the fact what I was thinking and feeling in the moment as I saw this sailboat while cruising on the bay that glorious, perfect Fall day this past Saturday, What a different place I am at from where I was a year ago. It’s not that I am no longer struggling with depression and anxiety, but rather that I am continuing to struggle with it…but the struggle is a good thing in the sense that I am, struggling that is. Struggling means that I am getting up and leaning into the headwinds that try to knock me down and keep me down.

Perhaps this photo belongs in this blog post after all!

Meanwhile, I was smiling a lot this weekend because there was so much good to feel good about…as opposed to feeling shitty because there is so much shitty to feel. Basically, right now, I’m going with the flow, letting the winds help to move me along…again a lot like that sailboat was on the bay.

Yeah, this photo totally belongs in this blog post!


standing down the bullies

I stand with Planned Parenthood.

There, I said it.

Do I care what anyone really thinks about me making that statement?


No I do not.

A long, long time ago in a land far, far away, I was a young married twenty-something. And I had no health insurance. I could not afford it. My husband and I could not afford it, nor could we qualify for Medi-Cal because we were employed and made too much money.

Ah, the good old pre-Obamacare days! Good times those were! Here’s where I remind my young adult children how fortunate they are to continue to enjoy your parents’ healthcare coverage. Don’t believe me? Ask your sister Hollie about that.

But I digress…

As a young woman, in the land of San Jose, I enjoyed some of the services that my local Planned Parenthood clinic provided…annual Pap smears and pelvic exams, access to birth control (for when I absolutely did not want to get pregnant), a prescription for antibiotics for an infected ingrown toenail and prenatal care…yes. prenatal care. So that I could be pregnant and stay pregnant for approximately 9 months and deliver a healthy, wonderful, perfect baby.

Thank you, Planned Parenthood. Because of you I had access to affordable, excellent prenatal care, education and support that was provided to me twenty nine years ago when I needed it the most. I looked forward to my regular prenatal visits. I loved listening to my baby’s heartbeat…such a magical sound that was! I appreciated the clinicians’ patience with what I believed to be stupid questions about my changing body and what was going on with the baby growing inside of me. The numbers on the scale and the lectures about my love for Oreos? Not so much. I also did not care much for the Pro-Life protesters calling out to me…no, yelling and screaming at me. I would cover my growing belly protectively as they would call me a murderer when I entered your clinic every month for my regular prenatal visits. I would recognize the same familiar, angry faces. Did they not recognize me…the young lady who obviously was KEEPING her baby?! Did they honestly believe that calling me a murderer as they shook their graphic, bloody posters at me from the moment I got out of my car and walked across the parking lot to the office and back again was going to compell me to join their side and stand with them?

Did they?

Did they really?

Yeah, no.

Then there are those videos…those videos that have been thoroughly discredited and continue to be.

Honestly, I would sooner believe that bogus Facebook privacy policy ready to steal ALL of my posts and pictures and that there is really such a thing as a law (UCC 1-308- 1 1 308-103 and the Rome Statute) that will punish Facebook and protect me.


Congressional Oversight and Government Reform Committee Chairman Jason Chaffetz (R-Utah) flashed a chart on the screens showing that since 2010, the number of abortions at Planned Parenthood has surpassed the number of its “cancer screenings and prevention services.” But no such shift occurred. The fine print on the chart showed that the number of abortions (327,000 in 2013) never came close to reaching the number of cancer screenings (935,573 in 2013) at any point. Yes, but the bogus graph didn’t seem to matter to Chaffetz, who drew Planned Parenthood President Cecile Richards attention to the crossing lines showing abortions overtaking screenings.

Richards said the chart “absolutely does not reflect what’s happening.”

“I pulled those numbers directly out of your corporate reports,” the chairman said.

In fact, the chart said the source was the antiabortion group Americans United for Life — which Richards pointed out to Chaffetz.

:::mic drop:::

“Then we will get to the bottom of the truth of that,” the chairman said.

You do that, sir.

The truth? Planned Parenthood gets money for women’s birth control, STD screenings and the like, not abortions — which Richards calmly reminded her inquisitors. As today’s hearing continued it was clear that the committee’s contention wasn’t against Planned Parenthood and how they spent their money but rather about allowing women in this country . . . to make other decisions about their pregnancies.

To Mr. Chaffetz, and the rest of your ilk, I would ask if those more than 300,000 abortions were stopped and resulted in 300,000 new babies born would you then be willing to support and fund those babies and their mothers, you know, through Medicaid and welfare?

Would you?

Could you?

I stand with Planned Parenthood because I believe that ALL women deserve access to quality women’s healthcare and most certainly without shame, without fear, without intimidation…regardless of what health care they seek.