When they handed me an eight-pound bundle sixteen years ago, I remember looking at her and thinking, “Whoa. Who the hell are you?” I’ve spent the last sixteen years finding out, watching her grow from baby to toddler to children to adult, and I’m still as fascinated by this whole process as I was the…
Stuff I tell myself. Every damned time.
It’s about a month out from nationals. I’ve noticed via IG and FB that folks are feeling twinges and twangs of bodies pushing the limit of tolerance and strength. It’s also flu season, head cold season, and generally the time of year where bodies have to work harder to stay strong. So some are battling…
Brain gains
It was ABBA in the car on the way home from work that got my brain spinning out of its usual orbit. The intro beat and chords to “Does Your Mother Know?” blared from the radio and, with both eyes still on the wet road, my mind flashed back to being a kid again, and…
One step backwards, three steps forward
“My goggles. Have you seen my special prescription goggles? I don’t think I packed them!” I was standing in the middle of the living room, surrounded by mountains of clothing, kayaking gear, food bags, blankets and assorted miscellany that was yet to be packaged into boxes and bags and then two small cars, looking around…
wherefores
“Child,’ said the Lion, ‘I am telling you your story, not hers. No one is told any story but their own.” ― C.S. Lewis, The Horse and His Boy. What I write about in this blog is my story, and I am careful (insofar as it is possible to be so when lives touch, overlap,…
