Author: Hschichie

Dear Readers: I would be lying if I did not say that the last couple weeks has triggered some pretty deep PTSD for me. And so maybe some posts might be hard to read. But if you know me, you know that I put more to paper sometimes than I put to voice. I will…

I’ve been thinking of you Mamas and how crazy life is right now. I wrote this 12 years ago about my own Mama-time. The biggest judge is you. Hang in there “You are such a great mother.” This statement takes me aback. I guess I should be flattered. Friends and family say it and I…

I am cheating on my blog post today. I know, only one day into my promise and cheating already……gives you insight into what type of student I was, or am 🙂 No judging, this is a judge free zone. I love smart sci-ency folks. If it weren’t for social distancing, I would snuggle on up…

I have a beautiful songwriter, singer, poet friend named Inda Eaton. Inda has been on my mind the last couple days…….perhaps because yesterday was her birthday, perhaps because when I’m stuck in my life, one of her songs plays in my head. It’s called a Prayer for Jo….take second to listen and then tell her…

I remember a hospital stay with Samantha. She had a temp of 102. She could not hold her oxygen. Her lungs were junky so we consistently had to take a tube that was attached to a suction machine, stick it up her nose and suck yellow glop out of her sinus’ into a canister attached.…

What does it mean to be Rare? We have one extra day in February this year! One more day to be with your family. One more day to catch up on that list that keeps nagging you. Another day just to be. And a day to rally around Rare Disease Day! Rare Disease Day falls…

Ten years is a long time. If we’re lucky we get 8 or 9 (10?) decades in the precious world. Decades are defined in history; we talk about the 1960’s, the 70’s in chunks of events that forms our world today. How will our tween and teen years define us? I thought about this today…

I know this much is true: I feel grateful every, single day for all of you in my life. I am grateful for this life; no matter how hard it has been at times; I am truly grateful. I am grateful my lungs take in air, my heart pumps my blood and those things allow…

I love pretty things. I do. As a little girl, I loved dressing up. I loved make-up. Playing with my Grandma Dodie’s lipstick. When I was three my Papa and Dodie bought me a new dress with pink ruffled undies. They took me out to dinner. I ordered a Shirley Temple and proceed to show…

Tomorrow is World Kindness Day. I have a crush on this day. As I sit here and type, I am thinking of ways I can be kind tomorrow and perhaps incorporate acts of kindness into my life beyond tomorrow. I have been the recipient of many acts of kindness and it has made all the…