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.