a blended life

I'm sure you've seen this quote floating around Facebook, especially when horrible people do unthinkable things. If you're like me, you agree with and love the quote--and ADORE Mr. Rogers. And you might look at the quote and accompanying picture of thoughtful introspection with a minor degree of cynical cheesiness but you'd have enough social sense to not admit that publicly. Also, if you're like me, you don't know how to make sense of all the mayhem that has happened this month. In your personal world, in your religious world, in the outside world.  You walk your daughter through Times Square once a week, as usual, but this time it's heavily guarded with special forces and mounted policeman wearing deadly...things. And you're supposed to feel safer but really you don't.  And your husband is going through work trauma and your body is going through a complete transformation and your kids are falling apart.  But someone c...

I know I haven't posted in a few weeks. I hate posting about the dark, harsh, ugly realities that we're living, but then I hate posting about happy fun stuff when really we are barely making it through each day. Because then you'd think we don't struggle or have major issues. And I'd hate for someone to not have an accurate picture of my life. But then if I say what's REALLY going on, I might draw attention to myself (gasp!) and I don't know how to deal with that, either. See what a dilemma this is?! So here's the short version of what's really going on and let's all agree to not make a big deal out it.  Hannah--has broken her foot while playing on her gym mat. We've spent hours at the orthopedic surgeon's trying to get the right help. I'm going to waste space right now and say that this doctor (Dr Mara Karamitopoulis from Yale) was the best I've ever, ever had in all my years of meeting doctors, which has been extensive. ...