Author Archives: ccmay

MD Anderson, or Where Emotions Live

Last week, I went back to work and the Minis went back to school. Naturally, our calendar was immediately ten times more full. And normally, our stress levels would immediately be through the roof too. But this year was different. … Continue reading

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Cancer Sucks

I got this shirt right after my Daddy died from lung cancer. Every single time I wear it, someone tells me they love it or asks where I got it. Every time. Cancer is a universal evil. It does not … Continue reading

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A Not-So-Mini Update on Me and My Minis

When I’m tired, I get grumpy and eat lots of candy. I know, neither of those things are charming or healthy, but it is what it is. We’ve had several busy weeks in a row and we’ve all been tired. … Continue reading

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Being Real for Real

After my last post, a dear friend complimented my writing and my ability to always see that the glass is half full, but, at the same time, challenged me to be real for real, to allow myself to write about … Continue reading

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Thoughts on Love, Being Watched and Being Real – Part 1

Parenting is hard. These children of mine are ALWAYS watching me. Always. Everything I do (or don’t do) gets noticed, noted, and often, repeated or mimicked. I’m not going to lie: that is scary, y’all! As parents, we strive to … Continue reading

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If I Was Your Neighbor

My best friend from college is a jewel. God surely blessed me fifteen years ago when He gave me her as a roommate and friend for life. She is a librarian and shares my love of reading. Actually, she reads … Continue reading

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“Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep.” Romans 12:15 Praying without ceasing for her and her neighbors.

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Snowballs, Sign Language, and Sweet Words from Super Man

The Minis had a tough day at school today. They both came home a little sad. Mondays are hard for everyone, but they can be especially rough for people with TBIs. Even the slightest lack of sleep can really mess … Continue reading

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Meet Angel May and Super Man, my Mini miracles

Most, if not all, of you probably found your way here via our Caring Bridge site so you already know my family, but just in case, and for the sake of introducing their pseudonyms, I want to dedicate one post … Continue reading

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Hemingway Wasn’t Very Nice, but he was Pretty Smart Though

Choosing a blog name is hard. I’ve aggravated my friends with catchy and alliterative phrases so much in the last month that I was beginning to get on my own nerves. I’ve known all along what I wanted to do … Continue reading

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