Category Archives: Writings

The inner thigh and the spot at the calf, when flexed, where a charlie horse can form—yeah, that’s where I hurt. How long until my body readily accepts and enjoys my New Year’s fitness resolution habit? Not yet; it’s been seven days, and I’m still counting. My writing voice feels boxed in like the magicianContinue reading “Sore Sport”

The elusive, never-done unicorn of hygiene tasks, aka flossing, is alive and well in our house. Neither Dave nor I had jammed that tiny string between our teeth until this past year. Why now? Like all of life’s unanswerables, who knows, but it sure does feel good. Especially the not having my gums bleed part;Continue reading “Dangerous Curves Ahead”

In a steamy bath and not even into the first chapter of “The Five Things We Cannot Change… and the Happiness We Find in Embracing Them” by David Riccho, I’m savoring the author’s thoughts. Much like the food I enjoyed earlier with friends. Sweetened Brussels sprouts with pork belly, chicken and mushroom ravioli in aContinue reading “Drawing a Line”

I forget how strong I am, only remembering when I push myself or am pushed past my perceived limits. Today during my walk, a higher gear hit me, an unexpected desire to run. Though I didn’t run today, being early into a new exercise routine, I know it’s in there, that part of me thatContinue reading “Stealin’ the Shabang”

In no particular order, I present the noteworthy sightings on a post-workday walk around town. First up, an antennae contraption. On a sleepy residential neighborhood this “to the moon!” very wired device caught my eye. The pleasure I derived from imagining the neighbors’ cries of depreciating home values contrasted with my thoughts of the satelliteContinue reading “Space Invaders”

“I just came in from a walk, slightly rainy, but with a sweater and thick jacket. I’m feeling a bit overheated. While out, I put on the Charismatic Singer on YouTube, listening to Elizabeth Zharoff, a professional opera singer share her experience of “Sound of Silence” by Disturbed. I love that song. What’s funny isContinue reading “The Ugly Duckling”

A ten-client load, followed by a 7:15 pm dinner, followed by playtime with Evelyn and a bedtime routine involving snuggles, means a 9:18 pm start writing time is clomping its hooves awfully close to my 10 pm bedtime. Why sleep so early, you ask? Because seeing four and a half hours of sleep on myContinue reading “Sink or Swim”

My sedentary lifestyle accumulated into a Guinness-sized snowball that felt impossible to break apart. Today, day one of 365 of 2024, I hit the 10,000 step mark on my Apple Watch. Ok, so I lied. I’m actually at 9,511 (I’m resolute to also telling the truth).   Before today, how many times had I toldContinue reading “New Year, New You”

Instead of plucking the three whiskers under my chin, I trimmed them back, and since I’m not a waxer, I took my safety razor to my mustache. It’s a new year, it’s a new you has been my tongue-and-cheek motto for this final day of 2023. Upon seeing the brightly lit cosmetic arrangements of Maybelline,Continue reading “End of Days”

I’m grateful to myself for the friendships I’ve created, invested, and maintained. This weekend has shown me the fruits these trees planted long ago bear, and oh, how sweet they taste. There are times I feel bad when the topic of our move to Georgia comes up, and I feel words stuck in my throat.Continue reading “Eve’s Evenly Eve”