You ever want evidence that the Internet is six trillion kinds of awesome, you need look no further than this video, which is a whole lot of ladies shouting out their love and support to a dying boy who they’ve […]
I get hate mail. I’ve gotten used to it, for the most part, but still: getting angry e-mails (or comments or Facebook messages) from people who don’t like something that I’ve written or – more often – the fact that […]
My 100 Miles For Tanner Project, with its inauspicious start, just got the most wonderful boost: Tutus. For Tanner. My heart might just burst from the love. Having learned yesterday that Tanner is declining ever more quickly, too quickly, such […]
Last weekend, it was my father’s birthday. We were at Disney World. I thought about him, a lot. When I was a little bit older than Emilia, my dad’s stepfather died. I remember it well, because we had just arrived […]
Tanner, for whom I am running/persevering/living/dreaming/tutu-wearing/self-forgiving/running/running/running. 100 miles, if I can. 100 miles, I will.
I didn’t run the Disney Princess Half-Marathon. I am, to put it in as few words as possible, gutted. I fell the night before the race. I had a bad dizzy spell – a fade-to-black-and-spin dizzy spell – and fell. […]
My husband made this. It’s kind of awesome. You should watch it, like, a lot, and then try to guess how many bags of Doritos get eaten on a road trip with small children.
Taken by Miss Alli, aka Mrs Fussypants, chez Fussypants in Tennessee. That’s our sweet GM-Canada-sponsored ride in the background. It’s no girl-scooter, but still.
Somewhere in Ohio,* Jasper met his first puppy. Cuteness ensued.*En route to the Tiarathon on our 100 Miles For Tanner/GM Canada road trip. Ohio, we discovered thanks to our friend Barefoot Foodie, is full of puppies and awesome.)
We’re off! As you read this, I and my children and my partner-in-awesome, Katie, and her daughter, are winding our way south from Toronto to DisneyWorld, tiaras secured firmly to our heads. We’re headed to the Tiarathon, which I’ll be […]