I have discovered that when I willfully ignore the truth, I get offtrack. When I don't track the food I'm putting into my body, I tend to overindulge and slowly but surely gain a few pounds. When I don't see the money going out of the bank, I'm more likely to spend a few dollars here and a few dollars there. When I...
Sleep came on Thursday evening like it usually does. Quickly, completely, restfully. Rrrriiiiiing. The cell phone on my nightstand rang. I had barely remembered to turn the thing off silent (my default) and only because my sis is very pregant and though I doubted she'd be going into labor for another week, I was all about being prepared. Rrrriiiiiing. The second ring jolted my head into reality and I...
Everyone has those days... when things are just bleh. Saturday was that kinda day for us. It's not everything was bad; it just wasn't all good. Not quite a frown. More like a constant furrowed brow. It all started when on our way outta town (we were going on a road trip). First day of fishing season and that meant that there...
Memories of long drives home from work to 'the mountain,' just like when I lived with my parents. The silence (because I can't stand the radio) for thinking and reflection and planning and dreaming. The golden sunlight stretching across the road like it's leading me into paradise, and then blinding me in the next moment until I stomp on the brakes because I can't see...
See that strawberry trifle? Homemade pound cake + real whipped cream + as-fresh-as-you-can-get-in-March strawberries. It was my contribution to Easter dinner on the mountain. Oh yes, and I refer to my parents' house as "the mountain." Because. They live on a mountain. Obviously. Let me tell you about my parents. They give. I think it's part of their spiritual gifts (seriously). They're very giving people....
I was doing my work. Normal day, normal paper-pushing. Normal tasks. I was doing some filing in a different office at 4:00 pm on a Friday. Everything seemed quite mundane. Strident tones interrupted my peaceful office existence. "Quit it!" It was a man's voice, talking down to someone. Maybe a teenager? Or to a child hitting his brother? The voice was raised. The...
