Category: Journal

Missing Chapters

I wish I had kept writing during the times when I didn’t know what to say;  I would love to take a peek into my mind over the last couple of years. I spent a lot of time investigating mysterious health issues that came up out of nowhere.  I fought Fear and often lost.  My running suffered.  I lost weight and gained even more. … Read More Missing Chapters

Back to Business

I have decided, among other things, to return to one of my favorite blessed things – writing. A lot has changed since I archived my 10-year-old blog last summer.  I’m not always great with change, and I resisted this new venue, even though I created it and thought it best to have a fresh look and a new start.  My posts have been very few … Read More Back to Business

The Beast

We live in an age when no topic is taboo. We listened to Ms. Jenner talk about her gender-identity issues on prime-time TV, and I’ve heard the topic of colonoscopies come up at the office. Nothing seems to be too private to discuss. But what about “The Change?” Our mothers had early (and sometimes unnecessary) hysterectomies, so the symptoms of peri-menopause weren’t observed or … Read More The Beast

Here we Go

“I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see, and what it means.” ~Joan Didion It was a tough year – 2015.  But I am excited to start again with a blank calendar, a new list of goals, a fresh look for my blog, and a willingness to change. Simplicity will be an ongoing theme in 2016.  I have … Read More Here we Go

Redneck Revival

I listened to a country station in the car this week.  Shh… don’t tell my dad. My mother loved Simon and Garfunkel and ordered the latest K-tel record album with all the pop hits.  I listened to Jim Nabors croon “The Impossible Dream” on our hand-me-down hi-fi, and after a brief silence while the record player dropped the next vinyl disk, Roger Miller sang, … Read More Redneck Revival

Stormy Weather

“Life is bare, gloom and misery everywhere…”   When I was young, I used to delight in going through my mother’s sheet music and plunking out the melody lines to songs from her past on our badly out-of-tune piano.  I would croon my way through classics from Carmen, The King and I, and Porgy and Bess.  She had stacks and stacks of beautiful, well-worn music, each … Read More Stormy Weather

I am deeply loved. Of this, I am absolutely certain.

By the Light of the Moon

The bright moon hung suspended in the lavender sky by an invisible wire, spotlighting the rolling farm tapestries of gold and green.  And as my body floated down the winding roads on happy legs, my heart swelled with the magic of this beautiful evening scene, and I released gasping, tearful sobs of joy in the third mile. The rest was just a lovely dream, … Read More By the Light of the Moon

The Mile

Gosh, I haven’t written here in so long I feel like a complete stranger to my own blog. I’ve been exhausted. My weekly training mileage is getting extremely challenging; to find the time is maybe more difficult than finding the energy.  A 4:30 alarm is about the earliest I can stomach, and even that doesn’t always leave me room to get to work on … Read More The Mile

Indiana 2014 – Day 3 (Fathers and Feathers and Fish)

He did it again. It seemed like the middle of the night when I thought I heard a knock at the door.  I wanted to ignore it, but my son was sleeping on the sofa bed and I went to check it out. There he was – my son – receiving instructions in low tones from my father, who had decided to take him … Read More Indiana 2014 – Day 3 (Fathers and Feathers and Fish)

Indiana 2014 – Day 2 (Boats and Bears)

The second day of the trip began the way most of my days begin – with the donning of the running gear and a glance at the schedule while the kids lay sleeping.  I had contacted the local high school before we left to see if I could make use of their running track for my interval training.  The answer was yes, and that’s … Read More Indiana 2014 – Day 2 (Boats and Bears)

Trust Me

I trust you.   Cross my fingers, hope to god you won’t hurt me.  Until you do. We hurt.  We get really, really mad.  And if we can’t let go of the grudge it eventually kills us like a slow-spreading cancer.  But between perceptions, cultural differences, beliefs, and basic human nature, we’re bound to feel hurt by someone we love now and again.  Sometimes I … Read More Trust Me