Category Archives: Writings

I had a cool story to share, but I forgot it somewhere between driving three laps through a festive country-home yard’s Christmas lights, reminding myself to order more dog food from Chewy, and comparing airport parking rates. Whoops, First, a special and necessary apology to anyone who interacts with me at the tail end ofContinue reading “A Masterful Woman”

This morning’s session was about a line—a boundary between when something genuinely needs addressing and when we’re slipping into unnecessary drama. We separated thoughts from emotions, and sitting with the feelings was valuable. And right now, I’m caught on that same border—an emotional insecurity dance about whether I should even put any of this downContinue reading “Internal Weather Patterns”

How hard it is to sit and be quiet for even a moment. Evelyn doesn’t know where to put a toy, Dave’s asking what movie to watch, and I pause writing to browse Fandango Movies with the filter set to 1990s. There’s something about memorable films—the ones that stitched themselves into my heart. I loveContinue reading “That Dern Ol’ Cabin”

I’m rooting for Georgia in the SEC Championship football game. I don’t feel bad about it either. UW has always been my college team to root for and they’ve had some good years, but now living in this southern state, and eavesdropping on single-serving conversations leading up to today’s game has had me wanting toContinue reading “An Unreasonable Person”

Not always, but authenticity is frequently the most important bullseye to me when writing. However, instead of target shooting out back for fun, I’m putting myself in Olympic-level stakes, my heart rate monitor blinking, as my blood pressure rises. So that’s there. But also, 10 hamburger buns are on the counter, rising. However much IContinue reading “Writing the Sweet Stuff”

Ding dong. The doorbell rang. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so it was a pleasant surprise to see the gentleman who left his wood splitter in our side yard months ago. Every time we’d drive past his place—the one with horses fenced in front—I’d picture myself backing his heavy machine into his driveway, setting it downContinue reading “A Christmas Miracle”

Inside me, it’s pre-boiling time. Small bubbles form, and a beehive of activity buzzes. Anticipation. Of returning home. Home that feels like a well-worn pair of slippers. Home that feels like snowflakes landing on your nose. Home, that’s a soul-touching, two-arm embrace from your favorite, non-creepy uncle. I’m impressed that two things can be equallyContinue reading “Smooth As A Baby’s Bottom”

Life is often boring. So boring that our casual greetings, instead of “good” or “fine,” become “same ol’ same ol’” and “same shit, different day.” The fanciest thing I did today was slice the inside top of my middle finger with the nail of my big toe. Well—that was until I dropped off two glassContinue reading “Bananas Gone Wild”

I cannot wrap my head around forgiveness—it’s the letting-go, non-attachment, monk-in-lotus-position vibe that makes my brain back up like a men’s toilet on Super Bowl Sunday. Theoretically, forgiveness is a knight in shining armor, an “Alakazam!” magic-wand scrub brush sweeping clean my most unsavory moments. In reality, it’s a plate I want to palm andContinue reading “Forgiveness: The Plate I Want to Throw”