How strange that I should share my obituary when I am very much alive and well, but there you go. I wrote this in a flash non-fiction course with Christi Craig as a silly little play on form. I later attempted to fictionalize it simply by changing the name of the character, but realized that this was indeed always about me, or rather, my perception of myself. So I’m keeping it real. Lest my obituary reads as follows:Read More
Last Friday night, I fell. And oh my goodness was it amazing. I didn’t fall in love, or fall apart, or fall for something. It wasn’t nearly as poetic as that. I literally fell. In the water.
To be sure, I was pretty sure I would. I wore a bathing suit under my yoga pants. But I assumed we’d all be in the water at some point, wouldn’t we? I mean, we were on a lake.
I’d never been on a stand up paddle board (SUP) before and was eager to try when a friend invited me. And I knew I could do a downward dog on land, could it really be that different on the water? I had to try this SUP Yoga.Read More
I’m halfway through a book of her most treasured columns, collected after her death in 1996, and already I’ve laughed (a lot) and cried (a lot) and thought to myself, OMYGOD this woman GETS me. I want to swallow every word she’s written, IMMEDIATELY. But of course, I don’t have time, I have three kids and piles of laundry and lunches to pack. Erma would understand.Read More
I’ve had a version of this blog post written so many times. I’ve lost count which shooting it came before, or after. And for some reason, I’ve not published it until today.
Hold up, not true. I know exactly why I’ve not published it until today:
I’ve been too scared.
Scared I would offend someone. Scared I wouldn’t say the right thing. Scared I was wrong. Scared I would anger some, or step on toes.Read More
I had to take a lot of deep breaths today. I should have taken a few more. There were times I should have stopped to take one, but I didn’t. I yelled instead. I grabbed instead. I’m taking them now, while my boys are napping upstairs. Both sleeping soundly, something that doesn’t happen much these days.
Upon reflection, here’s what I should have saidRead More