Last fall I discovered this amazing little app. C25K. Couch to a 5k. I started the program with great gusto. But this underlying attitude ensured a quick demise. “I’m not a runner.” Can’t Never Could And then a friend asked me if I wanted to try and lose weight with her. “You’re the only one I can do it with,” … Read More
Opening to Change
I must admit I wasn’t so keen on the new kitchen gadget when my mother insisted on buying me a new one. “I don’t need a new can opener,” I replied to her, “the one I have is just fine. Besides they don’t make things like they used to.” But the truth is, the old one had started … Read More
Flippin’ Funny
You know the drill. “Gown opens in the back.” Instructions for my recent colonoscopy and upper GI—a Flipper, they call it—however, included additional pieces of attire. “Everything off except your bra, socks, and shoes.” “And there’s a pair of shorts for you to put on,” the nurse said before she left the room. I couldn’t help chuckle at the fashion … Read More
Breaking Bread with Menopause
I’ve always slept like the dead. My head hits the pillow and I am slumbering within minutes. And it’s a rare occasion that I don’t sleep through ‘til morning. But recently I’ve been waking three or four times a night. Kicking off the covers because my body feels like an inferno. Pulling the sheet and blankets tight to my chin … Read More
Winter’s Playground
In the midst of an emotionally gut-wrenching, grueling week, these are but a few of the Moments that made me smile. His hat is a giant 50-gallon trashcan! I could just imagine the family’s fun building this guy! I love how the snow seems to cuddle the tree and the lights cast a warm glow across the pair. … Read More
The Floodgates of Resentment from a Damsel in Distress
Three days ago I cried myself to sleep. Crocodile-sized-snot running-down-my-face-and-onto-my-pillow kind of tears. Resentment woke me several times during the night. Resentment brought tears to my eyes and a lump to my throat over and over the next morning, until I finally told myself that I had to table The Beast and focus on the work at hand. On my … Read More
Kodak Moments, a Digging for the Light Excerpt
Glennon over at Momastery recently wrote this brutiful piece about feeling overwhelmed and down because she didn’t perceive her family to be happy and normal like all those snapshots we see in Christmas cards and on our social media pages. In the post she wrote that she feared people might consider her a fraud and she used the phrase, … Read More
Happiness is Granular
A local café carries these freshly-baked granola bars. They are TO. DIE. FOR. Fresh grains, sunflower seeds and other assorted nuts, moist cranberries… Some thirty minutes from my house, I’m not able to visit often, but when I do I nearly salivate over this healthy treat. Warren just happened to be doing some work for the owners, earlier this week. … Read More
(Not) God’s Plan, God’s Will, or Divine Intervention
The only exception I have to Richard Mourdock’s recent statements regarding abortion is…well…(almost) everything. There are so many emotions and feelings coursing through my body at his remarks that I don’t even know where to begin. I am equally repulsed, sickened, disheartened, angered, and flabbergasted that in the 21stcentury we still have people using language like “legitimate rape.” No matter … Read More
Little White Pills and a Digging for the Light Excerpt
When I popped the top on the little orange bottle this morning, I noticed that I have only about a week’s rations left of my antidepressant. As I swallowed the little white pill, two things came to mind. I thought about a piece from my manuscript Digging for the Light. And I wondered if I want to renew the prescription … Read More