Tattoos, A Family Afair

I’m ready… ready to get inked. My 20-year-old brother has decided he is going to get one with me! We’ve also chosen who we want to do the work. As of last weekend, we just needed to set up our appointments. So spontaneously last Saturday, he and I decided to meet for our consults and reserve our spots. I…

Shoes for the Journey

Let me first say a hazard of being responsible for maintaining our social media presence at work is sometimes getting distracted. One day last week, my work was TOTALLY derailed. It happened while updating my company’s social media sites. I stumbled upon a Facebook post of my beautiful best friend’s lovely pedicured feet wearing the new Birkenstocks her work friends had…

Taming the Bull in the China Shop

I drove by a crowded miniature golf course earlier this week. My skin started to crawl and my neck tensed up. Blech! I can’t stand miniature golf! Chasing a tiny ball around, trying to coerce it into a tiny hole with a tiny stick, especially in the hot sun on a crowded course, is not my idea of…

Rage

Huge tears pool then overflow. Hot hands curl into balls. Heart pounds, blood pumps. Words are mumbled soft and low. Neck stiffens, begins to ache. Heavy head bows to the floor. Spine bends, eyes burn. Jaw tightens, knows what’s at stake. Then it rises from inside Like fire on the move. Pushing back, trying hard. Rage is building, won’t subside. Feet begin to pace…