I don’t know that I’d ever heard the song before that particular morning. Leastwise, I hadn’t REALLY heard it, where it penetrated not only my thoughts but my soul and spirit. Continue reading
For a person who loves to see words flow across the page, I sure get tripped up by the ones tumbling out of my mouth! Continue reading
The goal was romantic. What I didn’t take into account were injuries. I guess I figured I’d be hurting. After all, I hate the sport.
But my husband loves it. It’s always been his release. So I never expected to be able to do more than him. Yet suddenly he was in major pain, and I was burning up the road.
That is until a few weeks before.
Then all bets were off. Continue reading
Anybody else LOVING the colors of the season? I drive around town and just want to pull over every two seconds to take pictures! The only thing that stops me is I’m afraid people will start calling the cops because “this crazy lady is taking pictures of their yard.” That and the fact that sooner or later I need to get where I’m supposed to be going… Continue reading
Yes, we all know what the saying is supposed to be. For every door closed, there’s that opened window, right?
But what if there isn’t? Continue reading
For those of you waiting for news of our marathon training, it’s been uphill and down—perhaps more figuratively than literally because, hey, we live in the Midwest.
No, our town’s not as flat as some places, but once when my daughter was learning to drive, we had to practice proper wheel turns for parking on a hill—Uphill, turn your wheels to the left. Downhill, turn them to the right—Finally, I found a spot and told her to show me what to do. She pulled over, looked at the road, and said, “Ok, but does this hill go up or down?”
Our town is pretty flat.
Our running? Well, some days it’s pretty flat, too. Other days…mountains…valleys…even a few volcanoes in there. Suffice it to say, it’s still on the horizon.
But more about that at a later date—I promise!
First, I want to tell you more about this husband that I’m running with—not just in training, but in life. Continue reading
He gave a speech.
He thanked his teachers. He thanked his dad and me. He thanked the people giving him the award.
And then he thanked his twin sister. For their almost eighteen years together.
He paused, looked down, then said to her, “It’s hard to think of our possibly being separated next year for college.”
There wasn’t a dry eye in the room. Continue reading
She got hacked.
Everyone who knows my daughter knows she doesn’t go anywhere without a book.
Her case in a nutshell?
Abibliophobia: the fear of running out of reading material
Yep, she’d be close…
So when I saw this post from her Facebook account, I knew someone had hacked her page…or she’d been taken over by aliens ;-): Continue reading
She wrapped her presents with her eyes closed.
Why we didn’t wait until Dad got home to do it, I couldn’t tell you. It meant no disrespect for him; he’d obviously helped us buy them. But each birthday and Mother’s Day, we stood on a stool by the washing machine and made Mom close her eyes as she helped us put her gift in a box, cut the paper, fold perfect crisp corners, and put just the right amount of tape on all the seams. As far as I know, she kept her promise and never looked. She always acted surprised when she reopened them…
We tried to get her to close her eyes while we mixed her cake, but I imagine she peeked a little there. Continue reading