Potter’s Field
“If it hadn’t been for me, you would all be living in shacks in Potter’s Field!” That’s what I might say when the stress of real life returned after Christmas break, and people started taking me for...
View ArticleHope with your Fries
The walls were scarred, and many of the booths had been patched by someone apathetic, colorblind, or both. The entire place had the type of smell you have to wash out of your hair when you get...
View ArticleRoad Trip, Anyone?
WANTED: Bold band of buddies to join me on the journey through 2011. The road will be fraught with frustration, fear, failure, but God willing, a treasure trove of triumph. Must have high goals,...
View ArticleScorched Ground
I want flat abs, and I’m not sure why. I can’t blame Hollywood or the media or peer pressure. My husband is innocent too. During the course of nearly 17 years, he has seen my stomach stretched into...
View ArticleThe Four-Mile Barrier
Post-marathon running, to put it bluntly, sucks. When you have completed a marathon, you are on a high that lasts for so many weeks, you can easily forget to work out, in which case, your body slowly...
View ArticleRain
Some days you wake up to the sound of rain. In your head, you know the deluge strengthens things that are just beginning to bud and brings the withered, dying things to life. But when a cloudburst...
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