My number one piece of advice to anyone riding the rapids of sorrow is always the same. I borrow it from “Step Into Nature” by Patrice Vecchione: Take your sorrow …
Nothing Prepares You
Nothing prepares you for death, not really. No book no words no people no tests no support group. You aren’t fully prepared by the living or the dying, and certainly …
Box. Smash.
Oh sweet Jesus, I’m tired of the boxes they try to put me in. And the boxes I try to put me in. Athlete Intellectual Mother Veteran Woman Writer Boxboxboxboxboxfuckingbox. …
The Invisible Parade
I am a walking collection of coping mechanisms. We all are. Not one of us gets through life in a inviolate state. Click To Tweet It just seems that way …
To All the Good Guys
Because someone should say it, I will. To all the good guys out there, feeling slammed lately in our society, I just want to say this: I love you. ❤️ I …
Staring Back
I stare back at everyone now. If you lock your eyes on me in a public place, I don’t look away anymore. Click To Tweet I used to look away. …
Turn Around and Listen to the Pain
Pain is always stronger than whiskey. It’s stronger than the barbell, too. And the dumbbell and the treadmill and the trail and the bike and yoga and every way you …
Grammar and the Inanity of Serving Rules
Clarity is the purpose of grammar. There is a purpose to grammar. There are reasons for the rules. And if there are reasons for the rules, then there are also …
Shared Effort
We tried doing a holiday without being too “holiday.” It was just the two of us (my younger son and me) for Thanksgiving, so instead of cooking at home, we …
There’s a Better Option Than Hiding in the Bathroom
It’s the holidays. Families gather. Everyone smiles, for a while. Then, often, old hurts or patterns emerge. You find yourself thinking, “Why am I even here?” But you know what? …