Too

I’ve been “too” a lot of my life.
Too smart. Too forward. Too confident. Too strong. Too fat. Too muscular. Too clever. Too good at school. Too good at sports. Too good at too many things. Too knowledgeable. To loud or vocal. Too much. Too intimidating. 

Strength, courage, and the gift

I’m not sure quite where to start, so I’ll begin at the middle, jump back to the beginning and hope to find the end in the years ahead. I found out today that a friend died yesterday. I wouldn’t say that we thought of each other as extremely close friends; more people who had many…

Two short weeks until IPF Worlds, Salo, Finland

I’m not quite sure why I the passage of time has eluded me over the last two weeks. Maybe it was being caught up in training and work or being distracted by the sudden appearance of Spring. Whatever the case, it only dawned on me yesterday that June is next week and I leave on…

My own skin

I’m going to come right out and say it: I love my body. I love that I’m short. It gives me tremendous leverage and I like the world from this height. I love that I am physically stronger than many women and always have been. I’m proud of what this lets me do. It took…