Once Upon a Time I did a thing.

And I think I’m going to do it again.

7 years is a long time ago.

New Home in a Different State.

A pandemic inbetween.

A new diagnosis.

This road has never been easy.

And yet, I’m getting by.

I don’t fucking know what is coming tomorrow.

I might wake up and all I have are these ramblings.

And these homespun videos I made of myself before MS fucked with me.

(Who knows if I will even have that?)

No guarantees.

But my kids will have them.

Remember how crazy mom was.

Or the realization that I had this secret other inner life.

How much time do I have?

And how can I keep from singing?