Can I confess something? I actually hate sweat. I don't like feeling it drip down my back, off my face, or under my hands on the floor. But I do it - because I love the way I feel after a hard workout. And it keeps me emotionally well. How Did I Get Here? Bookworm. … Continue reading Why I Work Out
Last night, an old friend from high school passed away. I found out about it this morning, predictably, through Facebook. Although she and I hadn't had a face-to-face conversation in nearly two decades, I knew from keeping in touch via social media that she had married her high school sweetheart (a man she fell head … Continue reading Mourning
First, an apology. I haven't written a new post in a very long time. It was not my intent, and any content manager worth their pay (me included) would typically lose their mind over an untended blog - think of the valuable online cred you're losing! But, as the Beatles song Beautiful Boy says, life … Continue reading On Creating A Ruckus
I haven't posted recently because I'm tired. I've been coping with being the caregiver to a very sick loved one so writing has been the last thing on my mind after I get home from spending the day at the hospital, getting dinner together for the family in the evening and settling the children into … Continue reading I Am Grateful
