After last week's emotional essay, I am thrilled to be able to share a more lighthearted piece over on Club Mid at Scarymommy.com. Enjoy! Bracing for Impact
(Also posted on Huffington Post) I am going out of town this weekend to meet a man. A stranger. We have seen pictures of each other, but this will be our first face-to-face meeting. In just two more days, we will finally meet in person. Two days is not nearly enough time to prepare for … Continue reading I’m Going Away to Meet A Man This Weekend… But it’s Not What You Think
A couple of days ago, I thought I heard something coming from the coat closet in our entryway. I stopped what I was doing and stood very still for a moment to make sure. Ears straining, I listened intently. There it was again. I had the strangest sense of déjà vu; this was a sound … Continue reading On Returning to Running
(Originally posted on LinkedIn) Back-to-school time always has me waxing philosophical, and this year is no different. You know that story about the college professor with the jar of rocks, gravel, sand and water? If you don’t know it, put your search engine to work; it’s worth a read. I’ve read that story several times … Continue reading Rocks, Sand, Gravel and the Jar of Life
Although I am confident that the decision to leave was the right one to make, I am nevertheless somewhat apprehensive about what the future will bring. I have seen others end similar relationships and then later come crawling back, groveling for yet another chance to make things work. That’s not going to be me this time; I firmly believe that severing these ties is what is best for me. It’s what is best for both of us, really.
Dear new neighbors: This isn't an easy letter to write; I am normally a pretty tolerant person. I can put up with a lot. A lot. But I simply cannot put up with you any longer. You should know that I have already initiated eviction proceedings against you. It would be best for everyone concerned … Continue reading The New Neighbors Must Go
You Guys. Apparently, Minnesota has this crazy notion that 15 year-olds can get behind the wheel with an “instructional permit” to learn to drive, and for some reason, when they reach the age of 15, there is a strong desire among these Minnesota teens to take the classroom training to obtain said instructional permit. Or … Continue reading Time for Driver’s Ed…
Now that I am in my 40s, I would give just about anything for a time machine to take me back so I could try to talk some sense into my 15 year-old self. I would tell younger me to LISTEN. I would implore younger me to SLOW DOWN, and to enjoy being 15.