How do we heal our souls when they are ripped apart and set on fire? We sit in the smoldering ashes and feel powerless and incompetent because no one else we know could ever hurt this much. People will gather for morning coffee or chat as they power up their computers on Monday, talking about exciting Saturdays and Sundays and we will pretend. We … Read More Never Let them See your Pain
My mother is coming for Thanksgiving, and I feel myself slipping into Martha Stewart mode. If I could, I would empty out the entire house, scrub it down, reorganize everything, and paint all the walls. But I’ll be lucky if I can get the carpets cleaned and put dinner on the table. Apple pie and turkey scents will waft through the house. Smiles and … Read More Giving Thanks
I can’t identify the day when it happened. Maybe it was a gradual thing. Like a roller coaster fighting gravity to get to the top of the hill, the first part of my life seemed agonizingly slow. Then, at the top, a slight pause, and… the brain-shaking, frightening, no-turning-back descent. Like most young people, I never thought I would age. I wasn’t going to have wrinkles … Read More What Now?
One of the things that makes me feel stuck in my garage-clearing efforts is figuring out what to do with all of the junk – and the good stuff – that I don’t want anymore. Small trash is a no-brainer. The clothes and small items in good condition are easy, too. I make regular donations to a local charitable organization that drives to my house … Read More Dumped
All of my life, and all of your lives have come to this point. There is nowhere else to be, but here. Nowhere else to live or die, but here. To be here, now, is the only thing that matters. ~ Duke Rollo Lothbrok, Vikings When I was a little girl, I couldn’t wait to grow up. Now that I’m grown up, I spend … Read More Here and Now
Four months. One-third of a year. That’s a long time to be quiet. I’m so disconnected with myself that I can’t even put a thought together. That’s not good. I don’t have a race. I don’t have a plan. Every morning I wake up and make a critical decision about whether to get a run in or sleep more and run later – maybe. … Read More Running Recklessly