Author Archives: Lizzie C

Slightly Cracked Observations on…Recording those Precious Moments on Your iPad

I’ve noticed a disturbing trend lately. My youngest kids are still in school, and they participate in school, church and sports events. The kind where parents sit watching their respective […]

Slightly Cracked Observations – Respect and Patriotism

Yesterday was Patriot Day in remembrance of 9/11 and my kid’s school held an assembly to honor the veterans and those currently serving in the military. Incidentally, the school is […]

Living up the AZ – Who Knew This Was Here?

(Living up the AZ intro) Well who knew this was here? Apparently it’s a rather well-kept secret here in the part of AZ I live in.  I have actually driven […]

Living up the AZ

I didn’t always live in the desert.  In fact,  I have lived in many places and climates, but I spent the majority of my formative to young adult years in […]

An Unexpected Turn of Events

Today is my son Joshua’s Birthday – again.  It seems like not so long ago I wrote him a letter for his 18th birthday, and I guess, in fact it was merely […]

Single Mom’s (ok Dad’s too) Summer Survival Guide – Pt 3; Sometimes you just have to wing it

Life is funny sometimes.  Ok a lot of the time.  I have to laugh because there is nothing much else to do when things don’t go as planned, crying is […]

Strange Bonds for Social Circles- (I’m not alright)

There seemed, in this place, the normal cliques of society working, only in standards no one normal could possibly recognize. Riley hadn’t quite figured out the hierarchy, having kept to herself […]

Weekly Photo Challenge: letters

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Her name is… (prelude to Mornings)

Riley Reynolds was 32 and a half  years old the morning she woke up crazy.  It was a bizarre and beautiful and terrifying experience all at once.  Pretty much the […]

Mornings in the Looney Bin

Morning was always an odd experience inside the locked ward at Mercy General. At first, when the mind perceived it was not exactly asleep and coming to, the sounds and […]