Get out of your way

Get out of your way

Once upon a time, a twelve-year-old girl hid whimpering under the dining room table. She had gone there to hide from her dad, who had commanded her to do the nefarious task of *gasp* calling the local department store to see what time it closed. The more she...

Dragon slaying

I’m struggling again with blog writing, as you may have surmised from my absent posts this week. I’ve started second guessing my ideas: Who would want to read that? I’m worried about my tone: Sheesh! You sound like Pollyanna, always turning things...

Bundle of nerves

You would think that after running as many races as I have, I wouldn’t get nervous anymore. Not so. I find my heart fluttering days before each new race, and the thought that runs in a loop through my head is, What if I can’t do it? I’m registered to...