Ashworth Alcove

Every so often I find myself slipping down into my muddy hole. I just can't get any traction to climb back up. Some days I'll give a weak try, only for my foot to slip. I just slide right back down into the muddy hole I know well. So most days I don't even bother trying to get out. I just get comfortable there in the hole, which is detrimental on many levels. The muddy hole is depression. Famously, Winston Churchill referred to his depression as “the black dog.” Sitting on his lap, it haunted him. It's the perfect metaphor. However, I actually have a real life black dog so that one doesn't work as well for me. My relationship with this foe began with anxiety. Over time it morphed. I was the cocoon - a vessel for anxiety to live within. Within the cocoon existed the perfect environment for the anxiety to transform. It hibernated, then contorted itself just before emerging as depression. I say emerged because the depression transcends beyond me. The depression i...

People talk about the terrible twos as if it's a curse a witch foredoomed on your family. While I admit there are moments it seems Violet is one meltdown away from spontaneously combusting, having a two year old is pretty fun. (Famous last words...) It's difficult to grasp how much she has changed over the course of a few months. She says new things every day and is always trying to do grown up things like wipe down the dinner table. Right now she says, "Das funny!" a lot. The great thing is, she actually understands the concept of humor and laughs when things really are funny. She has a great sense of humor and Ben is proud. If you're trying to get her to do something she doesn't want to do, may luck be with you. If she's playing or lounging on the couch and you attempt to coax her away to do something outside of her plans she handles it with avoiding eye contact and saying, "Otay, byyye." She calls my coffee  "mo...

Oregon Zoo: The first thing we did while in Portland was visit the zoo. It was one of the best zoos I've been to. There were giraffes, elephants, tigers, cougars, a polar bear, and so many more. Of all these amazing creatures, Violet's favorite animal at the zoo was the ducks. She loved them so much that we visited them more than once. Second on Violet's list went to a large turtle that we could watch under the water. And third was the vultures. Yep, the vultures. While she liked the "moan-keys" and "effunts" and "diraffes"... they just don't live up to those vultures. The only thing Violet didn't jive with was a "nake" a volunteer was handling with the opportunity to touch it. There was also a strange large swimming lizard that straight up alarmed her. I don't blame her. Swimming two foot lizards give me the heebie-jeebies as well. That guy was weird. Portland Rose Garden: T...