A brief reminder of our power
Lined paper and a #2 Ticonderoga pencil, sometimes a ballpoint pen, are all I need to get my story moving or a post about parenting mighty girls started. Today’s ancient college lined paper (ten years old?!) calls for a pen, despite introducing three different pencils. You are witness to my pencils’ rebellion, or, the right… Continue reading Simple Tools
In the past two years, I’ve moved, worked through personal issues, my teenagers changed sports, and we adopted a dog. My weekly mileage plunged from high 40s to 10. Yes, 10 measly miles, and that’s an up week. Our new neighborhood is flatter, 25-30 minutes farther from my run group who I haven’t seen in… Continue reading My Fat Pants Don’t Fit; Am I Still a Runner?
My husband is a blogging widower. Despite our both working from home, we only see each other at meals and to coordinate kid transportation. Our schedules are offset by several hours. While he and the kids watch RAW or Smackdown (WWE), I’m usually writing, formatting a blog post, or taking an online class. When I… Continue reading Blogging Widower