The Enemy Is Me
This was originally going to be just a post for my closest 913 Facebook friends, but it’s important enough that I decided to make it “public.” Plus, it’s a good way to get started back with my blog that I’ve been patently ignoring for months now. You see, while it…
Playing Mahjong and Cutting Diamonds
A couple months ago, I turned 43. It’s not really a magical number, or a special birthday, but it got me thinking about getting older. I don’t feel 43, but then again, I guess I don’t know how 43 is supposed to feel. I know my metabolism has not just…
The Fire Within
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the path my life is on, and taking on my first foster dog in six years has had a great deal to do with that. Gertrude is a loving, itchy, smelly (lots of farts), silly, sweet English Bulldog from K-9 Angels Rescue here…
Soul Sisters
Usually when I go on a trip, I post highlights on Facebook on a regular basis while I’m gone. Upon my return following one of my most recent trips, a friend texted me right after I landed at home to ask if I was okay. The reason? I had posted…
One Person’s Junk
Before I begin I should say that I’m not talking about the kind of junk I’m prone to talking about, or the kind that’s in my trunk, I’m talking about that stuff in your house that you actually CAN live without. That being said, a couple months ago, I started thinking…
Smiles, Shopping Carts, and Fedoras
So there I was, on my run yesterday, smiling as I always do at the people who pass by me going in the opposite direction on the trail, when I realized that the majority of people that day would not return my smile. This is far from unusual, as most…
Making Adjustments and Taking Risks
214 years ago today, March 16th, Thomas Jefferson signed legislation establishing the United States Military Academy (USMA) at West Point, New York. 40 years ago this year, the first women were admitted to USMA, and 62 of those women graduated in 1980. The first time I visited West Point, I was…
Piñatas, Blood, and Balls
Yesterday on my run, I saw a man on a bike with a child seat on the back of it. There was no child in it at the time, but it reminded me of the time I was in one of those seats on the back of my Dad’s bike.…
The Case for Mrs. Mathers
Hello again, friends! Well, I checked out yet another Match.com event last Wednesday evening, their “F#$%#@! Awesome Game Night.” It was a three hour event (and only $20!) where we would play just one game: Cards Against Humanity. If you haven’t played this game, the tagline on the box should…
The Ostrich and The Potato
The first time I ever thought of myself as fat I was 11 years old. That also marked the first time I started attending public school (other than kindergarten). I had swimming for PE, and I was immensely embarrassed by how I looked in my bathing suit, particularly because I…