“It’s called the mast Stephanie”

I found out Sunday that my favorite uncle passed. I felt the familiar buzzing sensation, weakness in the knees, and then nausea.  His name was Vito Speziale, and if you doubted my Italian heritage, you won’t now. The world has lost two amazing men in a matter of months, two father figures, one literal, and one who I have looked up to since I was a child. Continue reading

New Years Contemplations

The holidays are over. Thank goodness.  I am hoping the next few weeks will allow me to catch up and not be crippled by the roller coaster the past couple of months have been.  I am coming back today after over a week off from work.  I responded here and there to some emails, but mainly took this time to be as quiet as I could and allow some of the grief for my dad, and get through the holidays.  Continue reading

Anxiety. And the lack there of this week.

Bend. I have written about it before. I remember the first time Jesse took me out here, it was Thanksgiving. My “in-laws” lived in an area called the Old Mill District, which is near a shopping area, and downtown.  Even though I barely knew them, the family was welcoming, warm, and so chill. A sense of relaxation came over my body that I was unfamiliar with.  That has continued every trip since, and there have been quite a few over the past nine years. Continue reading