It figures: I finally want to write, and it’s about something that requires anonymity, so I’ll be vague with as much detail as I can.
Last fall (sometime), there was a planning meeting for a big event that’d be going on on South Padre Island. Well, during that meeting, I committed to being the Entertainment Chair for the event. At that moment, I had all hope, but a couple months later, that hope dwindled. Continue reading
Yesterday morning was one of the toughest Thanksgiving runs of my life, and I think I know why.
A week and a half ago, I’d just done one of my strongest 5K runs ever with Katie, so what was the difference?
Sadness. Continue reading
if I close my eyes
I can hear their laughs
Kyle’s deeper than Nathan’s
but Nathan’s catching up
and two hearts
the bond between
mother and sons
goes beyond the boundaries
of state lines
Last night, I shared my experience, strength, and hope with a bunch of people in recovery and had the most amazing time doing it, and before I went to bed, I wanted to write about it SO badly, but nothing flowed, so we’ll see what happens this morning. Continue reading
Every once in a while, I go jogging, and today happened to be one of those whiles, and to be honest, it was a HUGE step for me, but after today’s lesson, I’m sure I’ll do it again…sooner rather than later.
This morning, my plan was to jog as far as I could in thirty minutes, but as I approached the end of the second block, my plan changed. Continue reading
Recently, I was accused of holding Carolyn and Nathan here against their will. Of course, that’s not true, but instead of wasting my time explaining myself to the few who’ve interfered with my life, I’m going to tell you what’s going on with Carolyn, so you can see for yourself how she’s shined. Continue reading
Before I write…my son hasn’t passed away; he’s moved away.
The past few weeks have been a whirlwind, and I’ll take you through it for two reasons: one…to bring you up to speed, and two…so I’ll remember for one of my books. Continue reading
Since we’ve lived in Texas, we’ve discovered one VERY depressing thing: carne asada fries originated in San Diego and are only available in Continue reading