my hands, curled claws

my steps uneven, ragged.

old before my time.


I twist the door lock

move into the darkened room

rest becomes my life.


Sounds assail my head

light assaults my flimsy eyes

I’m made of paper.


Breathing uneven

energy completely gone

I collapse, undead.


Vigor is beauty

and vitality is youth.

I’m old, I’m ugly.


My clawed fingers

curl around my aching arms.

old before my time.



M. Morehead


So B-12 is important…

I was doing so well. I was blogging regularly and going to yoga two to three times a week and walking the dog and I switched to veganism to force myself to eat healthier and to lose weight.

Then I started getting so tired, the kind of tired I haven’t felt since having very young children. Then I started itching insanely, like chicken-pox or ants crawling under your skin.

Then I suggested my husband and I go see a movie I hadn’t seen, that I had seen three days earlier with my son.

Then I got scared.

I went to the doctor. Pled memory loss, balance issues, exhaustion. She checked blood levels and there it was; little to no B-12 in my system. Turns out being a female celiac over 40 eating a vegan diet put me right into the danger zone.

So I have been getting injections and slowly getting back to better.

Does your health ever feel like a house of cards? Like you just get it to balance and one misstep pushes everything the fuck over? It’s so frustrating to deal with and leaves me feeling as though I will never get to a place of stability.

Anyway, I am going to try to get back into the habit of yoga again this week. I fully intend to get my stretch on and get back on the path. Somewhere.

If at first you don’t succeed…

Go home and nurse your headache.

I gave notice at work. It turns out that I still can’t work full time. In the five weeks I have been working I have only managed to work one full week. I had hoped I could acclimate to a full time job in my field again but no.

In order to maintain my job I had to do a minimum of three hours of yoga classes a week, I had to walk to and from work, I needed a 90 minute massage a week, and I had to go to sleep in time to get ten hours a night during the week. So my 40 hour a week job was really 50 hours of out of the house time plus and extra 10 hours of sleep a week, leaving me exactly no time to:

  1. See my offspring who, after years of parenting, have grown accustomed to spending a few minutes with me a week.
  2. See my husband, especially since his days off and mine didn’t coordinate.
  3. Cook healthy food.
  4. Shop for healthy food.
  5. Clean the house.
  6. Do the laundry.
  7. Help my parents.
  8. Manage the garden.
  9. Clean up after the pets.
  10. See loved ones other than my immediate family.
  11. Paint in my new studio.
  12. Create jewelry.

The stress of being unable to do these things in conjunction with the physical stress of my working became too much. The fibromyalgia bloomed full force this week as I tried to settle back into work and I am all over knots and tightness.

So that’s it then. Now is not the time to try full time work. I gave three weeks notice, of which I have two weeks left. Soon I will return to my quiet studio and my spoonie-supportive life.

Insanity, thou art within me…

In an effort to be a better mom I agreed to chaperone my son’s fifth grade trip to Moab.

5 days, 26 students, 4 chaperones, 2 teachers.

It was … epic.

There was astonishing beauty:

There were amazing adventures:


There was a truly unbelievable amount of noise. You might think you can guess how noisy 26 10 – 11 year olds set loose on nature can be but you would be wrong. No one can truly imagine it. You have to live it. Scratch that. You have to survive it.

My body behaved amazingly well. I did have to ice up a fair amount and take meds but I did ok. I had fun.

I learned that I will take a group of pre-teen boys over a group of pre-teen girls any day. I watched helplessly as the girl’s assigned to my tent group engaged in hen-pecking in the truest sense of the word. I laughed with them and cried with them and made them tea, then I ran to the other mom in charge of the other girls tent and we collapsed into each other grateful to NEVER be that young again.

I watched my amazing son navigate the trip flawlessly. We had a sleepover under the stars, he had his first cup of coffee (95% cream, 3% agave syrup, 2% coffee), he helped with breakfast prep in the morning and was never in need of correcting or cajoling.

There was fine red sand in everything, on everything, and under everything. All our food crunched, our drinks crunched, our skin grew red chalky and our hair dulled.

I was the first in my raft to go into the Colorado river. It was so cold I couldn’t breathe for a bit upon entry. Once I adapted I was happy to float along side the raft and watch my brave tent group try to push/pull each other in.

I made friends. I became part of the tribe of parents who know each other at their kids school. I stopped being the outsider no one ever sees at events and became the mom who was smart enough to bring a cot and a chair and her own camping stove for tea. I manifested my own existence as the mom of a kid at the school he has attended for years. I fit in.

I watched kids struggle with homesickness, stress, heat, and a general age-related desire to inflict their mood on everyone else. I exchanged glances with the other adults and we all took deep breaths together.

I hiked Arches and the Canyonlands. I hauled pre-teens into rafts on the Colorado river. I ate s’mores by firelight.

In other words, I was normal. For five days in a desert 7 hours from home I left behind my spoonie identity and joined the rest of the world.

It was magical, it was exhausting.

It was completely worth it.


A little Sunshine from a friend…

Thank you too Kim over at I Tripped Over A Stone! 



The rule of eleven comes along with this award. I answered eleven questions that were asked of me and now I will ask eleven new questions and nominate eleven blogs. Those books should abuser my questions and nominate eleven more blogs.

1. What’s your favorite midnight snack?

2. What childhood dream do you still hold on to?

3. Mountains or ocean?

4. If you had to choose only two things to eat for the rest of your life what would they be?

5. Who inspires you the most?

6. If you could fix one thing about the world what would it be?

7. What’s your favorite animal and why?

8. What is your go–to self care treatment?

9. Why do you blog?

10. If you could be a super hero who would you be?

11. Would you clap for Tinkerbell?

I nominate:

1. Thebloggess

2. Mustbethistalltoride

3. brainlessblogger

4. Crafts, chronic illness, andadulting

5. Jazz with words

6 . Thedailymigraine.com

7. Thoughtsandentanglements

8. cristian mihai

9. Writerinthegarret

10. The honest imperfectionisty

11. Awesomesauceadventure

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