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…

Am I So Vain I Think That Song is About Me?

Maybe I’m wrong, but I think people who know me would agree that I’m not a vain person. I “get ready” once a day (which consists of lip color, blush, and sometimes minimal eye-liner), and I rarely look in another mirror all day long. I rarely even do my hair. I usually let it dry on the way…

Vegan Soy-Free Cake Recipe

This cake recipe has changed our lives. Before we discovered all of his food allergies, my son would get terribly ill after eating the slightest amount of typical party fair, including birthday cake. We have come so far! This recipe came from his preschool director who has multiple grandchildren with an array of food allergies. We now use…

Birds

This is not me but it might as well be, except I would not look so calm. It is common knowledge in my circle that birds are one of two things I face on a daily basis that really, really scare me. (The other is heights.) The animosity between birds and I runs so deep…

If You Don’t Have Anything Nice to Say…

Not to beat a dead horse, but this whole kickboxing thing has opened a can of worms. (Wow, two idioms in one sentence. Sorry.) The whole thing has brought to my attention the need for people to keep their mouths shut, mine included. Better yet, let’s only speak if we’re going to be supportive! I’m also…

Kickboxing Mamas

Yesterday morning I mentioned to my boss, who is also one of my best friends and mentors, that I was going to my first kickboxing class. He instantly started in on me about why it was such a bad idea for me to do something so risky with my “history.” At our 9:00 AM sales meeting,…

Relationships Are Like Toast

This is the takeaway from a conversation I had with my second-grader on our way to his martial arts class earlier this week. It’s good stuff. Something we adults should take stock in. Relationships are like toast. Sometimes, although rare, toast can turn out perfectly golden brown and evenly toasted. No part of the toast is too…

Suburbia

This is my neighborhood. And this is my house. I’m kidding! But it’s close. We moved to a fantastic neighborhood last March and were overwhelmed with how friendly everyone is. I can’t count how many cheerful neighbors delivered homemade cookies and introduced themselves after we moved in. I joked that it was almost creepy. “Everyone is…

Am I Grown Up Now?

Today is my 15th wedding anniversary. (Happy anniversary, Baby!) How is this possible? I’m 38 years old, but what actually makes me feel “old” is the fact that I’ve been married for 15 years. It’s not a bad thing at all. I just feel different. You guys, I think maybe I officially became an adult today. Whoa….

To Hell and Back, Part 1

As promised, I’ve finally gathered the energy to recap the trip to Colorado that nearly did my family in and explain how it relates to me seeing Adele this summer (part 3). As I write this, my children are safe in their beds sleeping peacefully as if it never happened. The younger one doesn’t even remember the…