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I had the beautiful opportunity to experience the beginning of Lent, on Ash Wednesday at one of the best happy places I know.  St. Paul of the Cross Passionist Retreat Center in Detroit.  I went for the day and met many beautiful people.  A day of self care.    The most heart provoking was the teaching. 

This week I focused on self care as a Warrior.  Everyone needs it but we need it more as we work, be caregivers and do all the extras.  It requires stopping and taking a break at times to make our life and our child happy.  Caregiving is the daily chore that never stops.  They always

Our beloved normal, wonderful, prompt and excellent bus driver, Janet, had a car accident this past week.  She is okay, but needed to rest, as she had a head injury.  She deserved to have time off.  Enter incompetency. I wait and wait and wait for the bus on Wednesday.  My front porch light is on

We had it all planned from the beginning.  A Friday.  A time that Anna would be in school.  Her sister said, “Mom, I would love to have Anna there, but I’m not sure how we could include her.  The bridal room is up two flights of stairs and the whole building is very un-accommodating for

Warriors who work have a great deal to juggle.  Some choose not to try to work, some cannot work for various reasons and some may choose to work part-time.  I do believe that any kind of work can be done, you just have to make sure you believe in your “why” and push through it.  

Anna and I had a long but fun Saturday.  We drove up to the Irish Hills to take Paul up to do some chores.  He left a truck up there so we needed to drop him off.  Then we went to visit our friend Lily.  And after that I had to go run errands.  Anna

The first big NO this week happens all the time.  I’ve tried to let myself stay calm and cool but it is truly so annoying that it sometimes is hard to brush off.  It’s the handicapped parking deal.  And I know it can happen anywhere, but lovely readers it happens the most at church.  Is

I was stressed about it happening since I got the text.  My stress was nothing compared to the stress of the family sitting there, caring, wondering and taking every bit of strength left in their already worn down minds.  Instead of celebrating Christmas, sitting in the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit (PICU).     How many of us

As you may have noticed, I’ll be posting later when the holidays are here because I truly believe in setting down the phones, the computers, the noise.  I feel that we need to be in the holiday not in our phones.  As a Warrior mom my life is full to the brim and beyond.  I

It was December 12, 2025.  It was the first birthday of my mother who recently died by suicide. We had a very turbulent relationship.  She always told me that she would give me signs after death. I worked a long day.  I thought all day, it is her birthday, the first with her gone.  I