by Ivy Hughes | Sep 12, 2019 | Life after breast cancer, Raising kids, Raising kids after cancer, Raising twins
“Where is your shoe?” “Yeah.” “Seriously. Where is your shoe? There’s one over there and there’s one over there. Both lefties, one a sandal, one a tennis shoe. Where are the other ones?” “Yeah!” Thus began the twenty minute search to find two matching pairs of shoes...
by Ivy Hughes | Aug 30, 2019 | Cancer grief, Life after breast cancer, Life after cancer, Raising kids, Raising kids after cancer, Raising twins, Surviving cancer
Thanks to Scary Mommy for posting this one.
by Ivy Hughes | Aug 7, 2019 | Cancer grief, Cancer ruins relationships, Life after breast cancer, Life after cancer, Raising kids after cancer, Relationships after cancer, Survivorship, Women empowerment
People are kind, life is good. Hold onto this for a second before you flash your middle finger. For various reasons, this past week absolutely leveled numerous friends of mine. One after another is dealing with heavy heartbreak, death, loss, physical injuries,...
by Ivy Hughes | Jul 20, 2019 | Life after breast cancer, Life after cancer, Raising kids, Raising kids after cancer, Raising twins
What would you do if one of your roommates took a deuce in the middle of the floor of the most sacred room in your house—your bedroom? Take it off of their rent? Stop cooking for them? Refuse to do their laundry? For the last few weeks, I have started or concluded...
by Ivy Hughes | Jul 2, 2019 | Cancer grief, Life after breast cancer, Life after cancer, Mindfulness, Raising kids after cancer, Raising twins, Surviving cancer, Survivorship, Uncategorized
Most weekday mornings at my house start with a boob search party. “Boys,” I say. “Help me find my boobs.” “Mama, boob. Mama boob,” says Ryder as he squats down to look under my bed. “Hmmmm,” says Loren, following his mother’s verbal thought cues. My two year olds are...
by Ivy Hughes | Jun 19, 2019 | Life after breast cancer, Life after cancer, Raising kids, Raising kids after cancer, Raising twins, Surviving cancer, Survivorship
My twin two year olds are teaching me a hell of a lot about how I speak, specifically how I use curse words. This started last weekend the YMCA of the Rockies’ pool. As I was pulling into the parking lot, I said, “Oh damn” about something—who knows—and the backseat...
