Author Archives: deconstructingdoctor
Sacrifice
I believe that it is only through sacrifice that we truly find our purpose. The purpose in all of our lives is to help another without reciprocation. We don’t get anything in return except a feeling of great accomplishment and … Continue reading →
One Year Anniversary
Time is relentless. It races us forward kicking and screaming without our consent. One year ago today, I published my first blogpost. There was a mix of great excitement and great fear. Could they be one in the same? Before … Continue reading →
Distractions
The worst thing to happen to my blog is Netflix. I discovered Netflix and Stranger Things and American Horror Story. I am watching American Horror Story right now as I write this so I am kind of distracted. I spend … Continue reading →
Quilt Therapy
It was my husband’s idea. Make a quilt out of your mom’s shirts. Brilliant. As I was cleaning out her room, I couldn’t bear the idea of just dumping all of her things at the Goodwill. There’s nothing wrong with … Continue reading →
Moms
Please welcome my friend, Amber Fort, back to my blog. She’s been on hiatus, but has decided to make an appearance with a post she wrote after a dream she had about our mother’s meeting in heaven and giggling and … Continue reading →
Turning the Tables
I wouldn’t say that I’m a super Christian, but I dabble. I know some stuff. I believe. I’ve read The Book. My favorite story in the Bible probably wouldn’t be the favorite of most people. My favorite story is when … Continue reading →
Decomposing Doctor
To say that I love Halloween is an understatement. We play a little game in our house called, “would you rather.” My son usually instigates the game at random times that make absolutely no sense. While driving my firstborn to … Continue reading →
I’ve Gone Men-tal
I think my husband walks on water. I know that’s ridiculous. No one is perfect. No one is capable of such things. And he really can’t. He hogs the bathroom and stinks it up, seems to accumulate pens wherever we … Continue reading →
Back on Track
I live with a 7 year old boy who has been in love with trains since just before he could speak. He couldn’t say “train,” but he dutifully carried around a wooden train in each hand everywhere he went. God … Continue reading →
Tragic Backstory
If you are lucky, you have one. If you are lucky, the universe dealt you a shitty hand and you persevered. You overcame. You are a better human now. Don’t harbor resentment. Being in the shit -is the shit. … Continue reading →


