Tag Archives: Mom
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 →
The Day After
Sometimes it isn’t until the day after a tragedy that it starts to really sink in. It’s not until after you close your eyes and your body finally succumbs to sleep. You awaken in the morning to the stark reality. … Continue reading →
There’s Nothing Easy About Sunday Mornings
At least not since I got married and had kids. I happened to marry a sweet Southern Baptist gentlemen. And he happened to be reared on church. A lot of church. Wednesday nights. Sunday morning service. Sunday school. And then … Continue reading →
The Commute
I drive a little more than 30 miles to work and then 30 miles back home again. Most weekdays. For the past 9 years. My husband does the same thing. We both commute to almost the same area. Over the … Continue reading →
Good Grief
I remember the first time that I wanted to be a writer. I was in the third grade. The assignment was to write a story about a tin can. I titled it, “The Diary of a Tin Can.” I even … Continue reading →
Waves
It seems that the most common way to describe the feeling of grief is to say that it “comes in waves.” I spent the last week at the beach on vacation with my family. It’s one of the only places … Continue reading →
I’m No Nutrition-ista
Listen. I know what I do for a living. I know the expectations of others when they see me in the office, at church, at the grocery store and in the liquor store (just kidding, I never go to the … Continue reading →
Doctorsplaining
Doctor-splain-ing (verb) The way a doctor explains medical issues to a patient in a manner that is considered condescending or patronizing Doctor: Ms. Doe, you have diabetes. What that means is that you have too much sugar … Continue reading →
Apples Can’t Keep Me Away
I can’t hate apples no matter what they say they do to doctors, you know, like keep them away. I love them. I love them even more now that they come precut in bags so all I have to do is … Continue reading →
Agitated: A Love Story
I hate it. It’s true. I don’t hate anything quite like I hate my washing machine. It makes me angry. It’s pretentious. It’s dysfunctional. It made promises it couldn’t keep. I made a big mistake the day I brought it … Continue reading →


