My Facebook and Instagram feeds are overflowing with proud faces, all basking in the glow of cap and gown, pomp and circumstance, diploma and accolade that come with graduation. Pre-K graduation. Yes, those little 4 and 5 year olds are about to embark on the real world and take the place by storm. It won't be... Continue Reading →
Of course, we all have to make our own decisions about where we have to draw our own boundaries and we must respect and encourage one another in the process. But make no mistake about it - we get to decide who wins.
Have you had one of those moments, I don't know what they call it, but I know it must have a technical name. That moment when something or someone reminds you so distinctly of something or someone else that you can almost feel it - like deep inside your bones, straight to your core, mind-blowing... Continue Reading →
There are times when I step back - sort of like when a woman in labor feels as if she is having an out-of-body experience - and wonder if I'm seeing it the way it is or the way I imagine it all to be, but it is often hard to tell.
So I have set a goal for myself to write here at least once a week as a part of the #TypaAChallenge. How hard can it be, right? Well, it must be fairly hard because I have yet to get the hang of it! Despite the fact (truly - the fact) that on multiple occasions... Continue Reading →
In honor of everyone making resolutions to get out and run more…this one is an oldie but a goodie. Keep running!
So, it is a cold & rainy morning and I’m going to pick up the race bags for the whole family for this Saturday’s 5K. You see, Don registers us all for a 5k every month. It is fun for the whole family. The only problem is that I have not been very motivated since last month’s 5k to do much running. Oh, I got my excuses: It is cold/raining/ozone depleted outside today. I’m swamped with work/home/life/mindless blogging at the moment. My hips/feet/head/tonsils (so what if they were removed when I was in 2nd grade – ever heard of phantom pain??) hurt.
And, to make matters worse, after the last 5k I was heckled by my running clan that I was a slow runner – despite the fact that I did beat a 5 year old boy who was trying to outrun me at the last minute to the cheers of the onlookers (the little turd
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