Christine Meyer's Blog

I am quite certain that Scotch and soda and a Dilly bar for dinner are a sign that blogging tonight is a serious mistake. But, I have it heavy on my chest so I have to say it.

Tomorrow is my 47th birthday. In many ways I feel 33. In many ways I feel 97. I want to take on every single broken thing and fix it with my own bare hands. And yet, some mornings, I require a pep talk to put both shoes on.

This year though, it is not about my bad hip, my throbbing-perpetually-sleep-deprived brain, or...

For weeks, I ran through the various scenarios by which move-in day could have played out; the “Tension-Filled-Fighting-Family” scenario, the “Pinterest-For-Life-Its-All-Teamwork-and-Laughs” scenario, and even the least likely “Everything-That-Could-Go-Wrong-Does-But-I-Remain-a-Paragon-of-Grace” scenario. I did not imagine a scenario in which an older Frozen Lemonade Stand vendor would fix everything.

We arrived in Providence a day early. The idea was to check out the campus, the town, and b...

Not the worst thing

I have just gulped down an 8 oz bourbon and soda that was actually just bourbon. Don’t judge me. How else is one supposed to wash down the sleeve of Double Stuff Oreos they have scarfed down while pacing in the kitchen? The sugar and the bourbon have finally made their peace in my stomach and I can get on with my storytelling.

April 7, 2000

We opened the front door to our tiny apartment and stepped over the threshold triumphantly. We had accomplished something monumental,...

I have cried at least once every single day since December 15, 2017. Some tears were stinging hot ones that threatened but never actually fell. Some were accompanied by uncontrollable, choking-body-shaking-make-up-smearing-can’t-even-breathe sobs. For those of you keeping count, that is 239 days of tears. I am certain this is the most I have cried in any one year in all my 47 years on this earth.

Maisy Bangs Then

Bangs Now

Why? Why so much crying?

In three short weeks, we will make the 6 hour...

Believe me, I have missed you all too. I have missed the cathartic, cleansed feeling I get just after I hit “publish.” I have missed sharing the laughs and tears and virtual “Yeah, Girl! You GO!!’s” from you. I have even missed the hard, honest, sometimes mean-spirited, irreverent comments.

So, where have I been these last 18 months?

Physically, in the exact same spaces as ever: my home in Chester County, PA, more often my office down the road, and probably MOST often, wandering the aisles...

Happy Thanksgiving weekend and a happy start to the most wonderful time of the year!

For holiday chefs, the pressure to make the perfect turkey, turducken, Christmas ham, apple pie, or whatever it is you may be cooking this season, can be daunting. I’m reminded of how I felt back in 2013 leading up to the first Team CMMD Food Fight. The very same meticulous planning and maximum efficiency that rendered the evening a massive success for Team CMMD is also a necessity for many of you for your h...

I have doubted my quality as a mother at least daily for the past 16 years, 4 months, and 29 days. The baby years were hard with the diapers and breast feeding and pumping and up all hours of the night. Then came the toddler years. I broke into cold sweats perseverating over the grape I didn’t cut into fourths or the outlet I left uncovered because frankly, I was too tired to get up and find another one of those nail-breaking plastic things.

These doubts churn to the surface every September,...

Wow. What. a. spring!

It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve sat down to write. [interlaces fingers, cracks knuckles, and rubs hands together as if to start a fire] I mean, to scratch the itch, sure, I write my daily revelations in mini-form on Facebook. Just the other day I went there… To grieve a loss. Not of a patient, but of her lingering memory. We lost her too young several years ago, and today I found out her husband got remarried. It was an unexpected body-blow… the strangest of f...

First, seriously?

Would you quit with the dark, scary, intimidating nonsense? You are kind of being a bully. And, I, on behalf of about 299 other people am going to stand up to you. Right here. Right now.

See…you think you are powerful. You think that being mean, nasty, and dark, you will beat us down but you really don’t get it.

Sunday morning is the end for us. It is our “moment;” one we have have prepared for for 15 weeks. Many of us signed up not being able to run a mile even in the BE...

Dear E,

I think I have been crying for five days. I know what you are saying “Come on kiddo! Smile….It ain’t THAT bad…” I see your smile. But it is THAT bad. You are gone. And no one knows why. All we know is that one second you were on this earth and the next you were taken from so many who loved you.

Can I say that to you now? I LOVED you. I LOVED your heart, your spirit, your kindness. I LOVED how deeply you cherished Lori and your amazing kids. I LOVED how you NEVER had a bad thing to s...