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Missing my mom has changed the way I think about time, the things I keep postponing, and returning to writing before I feel ready.

Quilts in Paducah, storm detours, a flooded campground, and repairs in Florida: the memorable and messy parts of our eastbound RV trip.

A Chick-fil-A detour on our eastbound RV trip shares the road with remote work, MS, caregiving calls, and a shower-skylight repair.

I once chose early mornings for devotions and green tea. Then Whiskey took over the schedule. A candid story about love, sleep, and a little quiet.

Conversations that began while Keno was alive became part of the plan for Whiskey, our Doberman, and my life with multiple sclerosis.

Internal buzzing, skipped words, and harder mornings: a personal account of the period I call the MS “crap gap” before my next infusion.

A grocery-store curtsy, a helpful shopping cart, and my husband’s sense of humor offer a glimpse of everyday life with multiple sclerosis.

Holding my mom’s hand through dementia became part of our everyday life. A personal reflection on love, faith, and the goodbye I couldn’t prepare for.