BeTwinned

[Bewitched, Bothered & Bewildered]

  • Watching my wedding clothes as they are dragged on the floor

    My husband was desperately trying to meet a deadline this morning, so I got my daughters to play upstairs while I did some badly-needed clothes weeding.  He had the downstairs to himself, nice and quiet so he could concentrate on his work. At some point, while scooting hangers from side to side in the closet,…

  • I actually made roll-out Halloween sugar cookies! (Gluten-free, no less)

    Having a couple of Play-Doh fans for kids has meant promises to make cookies, the kind where you roll out the dough and use cookie cutters.  The kind I’ve never made before.  The kind everyone knows is a mess! To boot, I need to make them gluten-free because one of my daughters has a gluten…

  • Everyday I write the book

    Thinking that tomorrow marks the halfway point through six weeks of daily radiation treatments, I walked into the hospital late this afternoon, looking around me like I always do, down the long hallways of the radiation wing. Elvis Costello’s song “Everyday I Write the Book” was running through my mind, and I could actually feel the…

  • Even the guacamole is pink

    It’s Breast Cancer Awareness Month, in case you hadn’t noticed.  But, of course you’ve noticed.  You can’t help but notice when it seems like every single product commercially available this month touts a pink ribbon or a redesigned package that features the color pink. Even though every month is Breast Cancer Awareness Month for me,…

  • Every day is glow day

    That’s what my friend Lisa said when I told her that I had to get all glow-y at my radiation treatment the other day: “Every day is glow day.” Yup, every day for the next six weeks (except for weekends), I get a little glow at my ultra-personalized tanning salon, a.k.a.: the radiation oncology department…

  • Breast cancer took my morning

    I tried a breast cancer support group a few months ago, at the beginning of summer, but it didn’t work for me that day. After hearing everyone’s stories, I came home flooded with emotions and fear and couldn’t stop thinking about all I had heard.  Really, I couldn’t handle it. So when a friend told…