I always thought flowers were best for vases and carefully arranged pots around my deck. The thought of sticking my hands into fresh earth was terrifying. I might get dirt under my nails, or worse, touch a worm. It never bothered me when my kids would play in the mud, just as long as they … Continue reading Getting my hands and other unspeakable parts dirty
DW walked into our downstairs office a couple of weeks ago and unexpectedly found me rearranging furniture, bookshelves, and supplies. Again. "There is something seriously wrong with you," he said without a smirk, climbing over the piles of debris and around misplaced furniture, "it's like you have an illness or something." I have a plan, … Continue reading Sometimes I purposely make messes to clean up messes
It was hard to sleep Monday and Tuesday night. I just kept replaying my daughter's voice in my head over and over. Her words convicted me. “It was better than I thought,” she muttered, “I’m sure tomorrow will be even easier.” I had pushed her to work hard, make her accountable for her future plans, … Continue reading And then the truth came out
My 40th birthday is next Tuesday. I have planned nothing. Usually birthdays are an excuse to make big purchases, go on fun trips with my girlfriends or make a big fuss with family and friends over drinks. But not this year. This year I feel detached and ambivalent. This time last year I was in … Continue reading Five Minute Friday: Broken
Sore muscles, stiff joints, new blisters and a bruised baby toe on my left foot woke me up early this morning. The intermittent throbbing was dull, slightly uncomfortable, but tolerable. Ibuprofen only lasts for so many hours. After some careful shifting, I was able to get comfortable again and go back to sleep. The elation … Continue reading After 26-weeks of training, was it all worth it?