Barbara Becker writes on living with meaning. Living A Year As If It Were My Last. Statistically my time was up at least a year ago. A Personal Farewell to Shep Nuland, the Man Who Taught Us How We Die. The Swastika in Our Neighborhood.

This is my journey towards motherhood. Saturday, September 7, 2013. These words are music to my ears, overheard when my three-year-old neighbor boy was describing me to his mom. Rosie is now 16 months old, running around, saying words. Here she is playing peekaboo. Sunday, June 9, 2013. How will we carry it all? Should I bring diapers or buy them there? .

A wizard, two introverts and one geriatric cat in 2200 square feet. Parenting in a Time of Existential Dread. We held the fifth and final. I guess this is our reality now.

Life One day at a time. This year I want to make just a few.

A way of seeing beyond inner and outer. Monday, May 16, 2011. Years ago, I decided I wanted to change my life or I wanted to be without one, so I radically changed my life and stayed happily in the quiet peace of coming home to myself for a few years. The last of my children left home. The link to and a blog button for the new website,. Sunday, May 15, 2011. Broken hearts and Moving on.

Then, on Wednesday, I get a phone call. After my last post, I took.

Exactly the 5th time so far that my OB has referred to this pregnancy as normal. 6 week ultrasound of FiscaBaby8. Then all of these happened.