Month: November 2015

Living Demands Breaks. Period.

I’m going to rant about a post that I see circulating on Facebook. If you don’t want to read it, I completely understand. Go in peace and eat some leftover pie. So, the post features a picture of someone in the middle of a road winding through a lush forest in the Pacific Northwest. The caption, which people everywhere are…

Tiny Letters, once again

Dear Saturday, You really kicked my trash. Also, I really don’t like you. On another note, if you can help me come up with some kind of weekend-specific solution for Jack, that would be great.   Dear my back, I am exercising the living daylights out of you, and yet, you still hurt so very much. Stop it right now,…

Gluteal Amnesia

My back has been hurting for awhile. This makes me feel like I’m 87, which, for the record, I am not. After a couple months of trying different things to make it feel better, the doctor sent me to a physical therapist for the once over. My PT, named Brian, figured out the problem and contorted my body in weird…

The post where I talk about Jesus

When I was twenty-five, I went to a meeting where Chieko Okazaki spoke. I don’t remember what she said that day, except for one thing. She said, “There are more miracles than we realize happening in our lives every day. If we are aware, we will see them.” I had one little baby at the time and he was basically perfect. My life…

November

My luck has held for the eleven weeks that school has been in session. I haven’t gotten sick. Until now. It was inevitable and I’m accepting it. So I am listening to Christmas songs (don’t care, Grinches) wrapped in a quilt, popping ibuprofen, grading papers, and kissing the four-year-old who keeps climbing into my lap. November is my favorite because…