Author Archives: CC

Dearest Wee Bee– I’m feeling just the teensiest bit sentimental here so please permit this newly 39 year old lady’s ramblings for a moment or two… I keep thinking about turning 29. About how at 29 I woke up wondering … Continue reading →

We start our lazy holiday Monday morning together, cozied up in bed.  And then you stretch and smile and start listing off what you’d like for breakfast, including ice cream and lemonade and pasta made from sweet potato and peas, … Continue reading →

After changes upon changes we are more or less the same- Simon and Garfunkel  I am making Birthday Eve special waffles for dinner, while you play in our living room. And once again, as I crack the eggs (from the … Continue reading →

So even if the hot loneliness is there, and for 1.6 seconds we sit with that restlessness when yesterday we couldn’t sit for even one, that’s the journey of the warrior.  That’s the path of bravery– Pema Chodron  Hot Loneliness. … Continue reading →

“Grief is love’s souvenir. It’s our proof that we once loved. Grief is the receipt we wave in the air that says to the world: Look! Love was once mine. I love well. Here is my proof that I paid … Continue reading →

There is a bit of Anne (with an “E”) in all of us.  A feisty, opinionated, independent young soul who doesn’t want to conform but desperately wants to belong. – from the Anne of Green Gables DVD box set insert  … Continue reading →

“Love Wins”– many a wise person My darling wee girl, When not one but two dear friends ask you how the writing is going and you realize you haven’t written anything in a good long time, in spite of the … Continue reading →

I wish I could make you feel as strong and as loved as you are. You’ll find your way, because of that, and because you have the thing that so often wavered in me. You have faith. Not in God … Continue reading →

Dearest Wee Beauty– “525 thousand 600 minutes…how do you measure, measure a year?”- Rent 9 years and 1 day ago, I woke up, determined to beat this thing called an eating disorder that had a stranglehold on my life. So … Continue reading →

I guess it goes to show that you just never know where life will take you.  You search for answers.  You wonder what it all means.  You stumble, and you soar.  And, if you’re lucky, you make it to Paris … Continue reading →