For those of you who have followed my blog you know my dad passed away when I was young. I was fourteen years old when he died. I was alone with him when he had his stroke. I called my mom. I called 911. But even though he got help quickly, the ambulance was at our house within minutes, he didn’t make it. While I knew I did everything I could for him, I still lived with guilt. Some was…
Pain…. Is hard. Is there a measure? Is there a magic feeling? How do you handle it? Do you choose to embrace it or chose to forget? I’ve gone both ways. And I can’t figure out what gives me peace and what gives me pain. The hard days, the days that gut you to your core are always a part of your heart, your soul, and your essence. Usually I remember the painful days. I tend develop anxiety leading up…
“Who wants to party with me?” Asks the Lucy as she stares intently at my laptop. “It’s my 5th gotcha day, mommy, time to celebrate and party,” She nudges closer to me on the couch. She places a paw on my lap, and I know I’m in for it. But is there a party? Does anyone even know? Come on, cut the crap!” She smacks me with her paw. “All I hear are crickets. I’ve sat ideally by as found…
httpv://youtu.be/JBitmeQTSpo HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! XOXO, The Lucy and Hilary
Good times happen on the tides…. With a blog name and Twitter handle of Feeling Beachie, I think it is pretty clear I’m a huge beach lover. I’ve been incredibly fortunate. I have spent over ten years of my life living on the beach. And while I may have moved away from the shore, home to me will always be that strip of sand by the Atlantic Ocean. I tried very hard to never take my beautiful surroundings for…