I’ve been struggling with the same issue for over twenty years. I’m obsessed with it. It’s what I write about in my journals. I complain to friends ad nauseam about it. And it has been the topic of more therapy sessions than I care to share. Every time I talk about...
Now that Thanksgiving is over it’s full steam ahead to the next big holiday. And for me it’s even more complicated because all three of my children have birthdays between Thanksgiving and Christmas. So once I’m done with one...
Things are changing. I can’t put my finger on specifically what it is. But I feel it when I wake up in the morning. I hear it in the rustle of the breeze through the trees. I see it in the color of the leaves. There’s a pregnant pause. A calm before the...
I’m in a writing slump. By slump I mean I don’t want to do it. Instead, I wander around Target. I look up recipes on Pinterest. I work on perfecting my tweets. I drive to Starbucks for coffee. I check Facebook. I read email. I contemplate getting a job. But there is...
I used to be a runner. Three to four days a week, I’d throw on a sports bra, tee shirt, shorts and running shoes, and hit the pavement. I’d run rain or shine. I’d run when it was 90 degrees. I’d run when it was well below zero. I’d run at...
