In light of the weather, we've made some last-minute changes to the event — which almost guarantees a perfect fall day! Please note the new event location and, if you're able, swing by Ramón's bridge on your way to or from Laundry Events. Facebook event: https://www.facebook.com/events/5378961935474593
I think we’ve all had the same pressing question lately: How do I live a life that's so amazing they name a bridge after me? Just kidding. But, as we near next weekend’s bridge dedication ceremony and after-party, it’s really hitting me that Ramón is getting a freakin’ bridge named after him. In his relatively short life, he made an impression that was deemed bridge worthy. Ramón never planned on this whole bridge-dedication thing happening. Instead, the bridge is a byproduct
After losing Ramón, I began connecting with other widows on Instagram. (See? Social media has some benefits!) I stumbled upon the Forced Joy Project, created by cancer survivor and widow, Dana Frost. Dana graciously gave me an opportunity to share my story of grief. Here's an excerpt: What do you want others to know about grief? To put it bluntly, grief is a real a-hole with a mind of its own. There is no right or wrong way to grieve, yet sometimes it inexplicably feels like
I’ve always cared a bit too much about what other people think. For instance, I’ve been self-employed for more than five years, and I often work in pajama pants. Let’s say 2 o’clock rolled around and I wanted to check the mailbox. Some days I’d scamper to the mailbox and pray nobody saw me. Other days I’d quickly change into different pants so my neighbors didn’t think I’d been in pajamas all day — though they’d be right. So why did I care? Because "I don’t want them to think
My name is Drew Dotson, and my life has been anything but perfect, yet it's still perfectly beautiful. After growing up with a genetic disease, cystic fibrosis, I was blessed to meet an amazing man who loved me without bounds. Then he died.