Love More, Judge Less
The following is a guest post from Christina Engel. Christina is a full-time paralegal, wife and mom. Her daughter Mollie was born in 2008, and her son Jacob was born 15 months later in 2009. She was born, raised and still lives in Wethersfield and absolutely loves her town and the people who call it their
There are truly exceptional people who walk this earth. They manage to positively change the lives of the people they meet simply by existing. Maybe it’s their infectious personality, their capacity to love without judgment, or their ability to be completely real with their emotions that people are drawn to. Whatever it is, I know
The Hamilton soundtrack has been in heavy rotation in our house for several months now, partly in preparation for a planned Broadway adventure on Lili’s upcoming birthday – but mostly because it’s awesome. Lili digs the varied genres of music incorporated into the score, I enjoy the history and creative wordplay. Two songs have felt
My Grandma. Here we are today. Saying good-bye. My heart is broken. And although I am grateful for all the time we had together, I know I will spend the rest of my life missing her.
If you or a loved one is suffering from problems with drugs, alcohols, gambling, depression, postpartum or anything else that ails the soul – please know there is help and there is hope. No one is alone, no matter how down they feel.
Recently Honey and I have been decluttering the basement in preparation for finishing it as another living space at some point in the future. We’ve made great strides with getting rid of all the stuff we just don’t need anymore. Something tells me that if we haven’t unpacked the box in the almost 3 years
Three years ago, in a somewhat symbolic manner, I put my husband Antonio to rest in order to welcome his female version, Tamara. I wrote a letter in an attempt to appreciate all that he had taught me, all that I had learned about myself and about love by being with him for 7 years.
My mother was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis (M.S.) at the age of 21, long before I came into being. For a time, mom was healthy. She could walk and work and dance. Oh my, how she ever loved to dance. To this day, when I dream of her, I dream of her dancing. Her MS was
Last week the post I wrote about my grandmother back in May was re-posted in her honor. She passed away several weeks ago. For as many times I have had to live through the tragedy of saying goodbye to a loved one, I never took the time to think about the etiquette involved for the people around the person
