All posts by Little M.S. Runner

Forty-something, married with two kids and two dogs. Trying hard to live every day to the fullest with multiple sclerosis, impaired vision, and deafness. Couldn't make it without my Savior, Jesus Christ.

Memoir Progress

Yes, I’m still working on writing a memoir. I’ve been fuzzy on the subject of it for years, as I’ve picked it up and put it back down again – over and over and over. This time feels different, however, because I’m using a system designed by a memoir coach I have been following for awhile. I was in an online writing group awhile back and someone in the group told me about Wendy Dale, who offers free online tutorials for memoir writers. I’ve soaked up the info she offers in her YouTube videos, and have always loved her simplistic yet effective advice. Well, this year she published a book, The Memoir Engineering System, which easily spells it out for you with step by step instructions! Perfect for my type A, over-analytic writer’s heart. I’m loving it. It’s a basic how-to. So I’m following the steps and feeling like I’m actually making progress toward a finished product. The current step I’m working through has me reading through a bunch of old journals, which is kind of interesting. Not the most fun, but I think it’s what I have to do to come up with her “chronology of chapters” step. The every day events you forget about as time continues to pass. I’m only working on this project an hour a day, so it’s slow going, but at least it’s going. Forward motion.

Our son is graduating from high school Sunday so if I’m not a total emotional mess, I’ll be posting soon about that, and also some recaps/reviews of the books I’ve finished reading recently. Trying to keep a healthy balance around here. Mostly succeeding. Chow, folks. Have a beautiful day!

I made a pizza!

You guys, I’m so proud of myself. Tonight I made a pizza from scratch. I know that doesn’t sound like a huge deal but for me it kind of is because I’ve been intimidated by any recipe involving yeast and historically have avoided having to touch flour. Cuz flour has always given me the heebie jeebies. Until the spring of 2020, when I had a miraculous moment on the shore of Lake Superior when I stepped into the sand and immediately said, to my utter shock, “this feels nice!” Ever since, sand and flour and sugar no longer bother me.

But back to the pizza. Nothing special, I put ham and onion on half and extra cheese on the other. It could use work, more sauce next time for sure, but the FamSquad agreed it was good and they would eat it again. I was surprised at how easy and inexpensive it was to make and will be sure to add it to our meal rotation. Next to tacos, pizza is my favorite food, so I’m definitely excited that I can whip one up easily whenever I’m craving it!

Look at this, isn’t it pretty?!

My first 100% homemade pizza

Milestones (and sweets)

My son turned 18 on Saturday. Our firstborn, our baby boy. This kid. Not a kid anymore. He’s dressed up in this photo because Saturday was also the night of his senior prom. I got a teensy bit emotional as we watched him drive off to meet his friends. The end of an era, as they say. I wanted to do something really special for his birthday. Traditionally I’ll make a cheesecake because he LOVES cheesecake. But, I had a recipe for copycat Crumbl chocolate chip cookies that I had been wanting to try, so I threw that in as an extra. I spent all day Friday baking, which wore me out of course, but it was worth it. The cookies were an instant hit. The cheesecake had to wait to be enjoyed, so we didn’t dig into that until Sunday, after his official birthday dinner (a family tradition). At the time of this writing, it has been less than 24 hours since we cut into that cake, and it’s almost gone! And here I was worried we wouldn’t eat it all before it went bad.

This age, 18, is a strange one. He vacillates between moments of maturity and goofing off. One minute he’s reviewing his work schedule, and almost in the next breath he’s making jokes about cheesecake for breakfast. I both love and hate that he hasn’t grown up too much yet. I think he feels ready to leave the nest, and I’m sure he’ll do great when he does, but I’m thankful that I still have a little more time yet. Four more days of high school, a quick summer, and then he’ll be off to college.

Happy birthday, Luke. Mom and Dad are so proud of you.

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