I’m in an odd place. It’s not a necessarily bad place (though if I were the gloomy type I could see it leading to a depression), and describing it as good seems a bit premature. It’s simply odd. Here’s how it happened: For the past two years I’ve been writing a book. In order to write said book, I gave up much of my freelance writing jobs. Now, after several […]
The CultFit gym I go to held an essay competition. The prompt: 1. Why do you attend CrossFit? 2. Why you would like to attend the CrossFit Level 1 Certificate Course? I actually wanted to attend the course, so not only did I write an essay, I included illustrations for good measure. It’s hosted by the fancy CrossFit corporate people who look like gladiators, and if you pass the test […]
I passed out yesterday. It was right after Benson noticed me standing very still at the kitchen counter staring at a wad of kale on the cutting board, butcher knife in hand. He said, “I don’t think you should be operating a knife right now,” and then – ploop! Down I went. And get this – he caught me! My hero! He propped me up and wrapped my noodly arms […]
I shouldn’t be operating the Internet under these conditions. It started Saturday when I noticed it hurt to turn my head to the far right. Huh, that’s funny, I thought. Musta tweaked something. The pain was actually in the back of my head, right where you’d aim to hit someone with a frying pan should they be up to no good. I showed Benson. “See, this hurts,” I said, turning […]
I’m teaching a women’s retreat. It’s my first time venturing out of my own church for a speaking gig (“gig” makes it sound like I’ll be playing the bass at a nightclub but I couldn’t think of another word). I asked the gal organizing the retreat to email me a list of those attending so that I could pray over each lady by name. Then I took my idea a […]
The Cat Harold has AIDS. That means he might live for another couple of years or he might die next Thursday. I thought it was going to happen last week. He was acting super cuddly. This is it, I thought. He’s saying goodbye. I scooped him into my lap and he pushed his face against my palm. I whispered to him that it was okay, he could go, like I’ve […]
Most days: Oatmeal. Pick up dog poop. Pray. Write. Not write. Curse writing. Pray. Write. Snack. Walk neighborhood dogs and pick up their poop. Salad. Write. Not write. Cook. Talk. Gym. Yesterday: HUGGED A HORSE. Almost cried because I’ve never hugged a horse before. Asked Benson to take pictures of me with the horse. Swam in a swimming hole with my husband and my dogs. Saw three deer. Got bit […]
