Tag Archives: Doctor story
Runner’s Guilt
There is something inherently selfish about running. It really serves no purpose to mankind. At least not overtly. I still haven’t gotten back into the running groove like I had intended. There are reasons, so, so many reasons. It’s cold. … Continue reading →
Resistance
I have a list of diseases that I hate the most. I hate them because I have no way to fight them. I have no power against them. I push back and push back, but they don’t budge. They laugh … Continue reading →
Miss Spelled
My son once asked me what was the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me in my entire life. I gave my answer careful consideration and remembered pretty quickly that time I fell out of my chair during a … Continue reading →
Gender Offender
I went to a conference last week. Alone. No kids. No husband. No friends. Just me. 5 days in a hotel room. 5 days to navigate an alien city all by myself. 5 days to find peace and calm in … Continue reading →
Quilt Therapy
It was my husband’s idea. Make a quilt out of your mom’s shirts. Brilliant. As I was cleaning out her room, I couldn’t bear the idea of just dumping all of her things at the Goodwill. There’s nothing wrong with … Continue reading →
Moms
Please welcome my friend, Amber Fort, back to my blog. She’s been on hiatus, but has decided to make an appearance with a post she wrote after a dream she had about our mother’s meeting in heaven and giggling and … Continue reading →
Decomposing Doctor
To say that I love Halloween is an understatement. We play a little game in our house called, “would you rather.” My son usually instigates the game at random times that make absolutely no sense. While driving my firstborn to … Continue reading →
Back on Track
I live with a 7 year old boy who has been in love with trains since just before he could speak. He couldn’t say “train,” but he dutifully carried around a wooden train in each hand everywhere he went. God … Continue reading →
Carnival
Have you ever noticed that the games at the carnival are rigged? You play them anyway. There’s always the chance that you’ll beat the odds. You’ll be the one walking around with that giant panda bear and the crowds … Continue reading →
Runner’s Low
Since my mom passed away, running has been harder for me. It’s hard to find the time. It’s hard to get away. She used to watch the kids while my husband and I went to races. Plus it’s near impossible … Continue reading →