The Comeback Tour

Kenny* and I have been venturing out little by little. We have to plan ahead, pack a bag of supplies, and ensure we have time to mosey instead of sprint. But we’re doing it. Together. Kenny is hesitant, cautious, persnickety, and demanding. I am adventurous, playful, and courageous. We’re working on our relationship. It has…

One Year Later

One year ago today, my life changed because of one step. Or actually, one missed step. One year ago today I moved into my new home, fell on the stairs, broke my foot, and have been in a waiting game or recovery state ever since. Fracture boots, x rays, doctor visits, MRIs, surgery, non-weight bearing,…

Present Tense

Verbs. They’re the most important part of a sentence. They communicate action and movement. They demonstrate time and progress. They matter. And I’ve been editing myself a lot lately. I found that in my post-surgery, bionic-foot, limping and sore state that I was unconsciously shifting all my verbs to past tense. I used to run.…

Homeowner Hazing

I went into this endeavor called home ownership thinking that I would have a restful haven that would occasionally give me grief, but predominantly would be welcoming, homey, and predictable. It could not have been further from the truth. Instead I have experienced homeowner hazing of the worst kind. I have replaced or repaired more…

Meet Kenny

I have someone to introduce you to. He’s been in my life a while now and some people have known about him, but I’m ready to introduce him to the world. Meet Kenny. Kenny is the name I’ve given to my personified surgically-repaired, bionically-elevated, titanium-indwelling, left foot. He’s been through a lot over the past…

Flowers and Concrete

I do a lot of research in life. I have a decade of graduate school under my belt and it comes naturally to me to research deeply whenever I have a problem to solve or an issue to investigate. I love data. But data also betrays me. I worried about many, many layers of the…

Ballast and Buoyancy

Weight. Gravity. Burdens. I sit on the paper sheet at the surgeon’s office. Awaiting feedback on my healing. Awaiting x-ray confirmation or concern. Awaiting a plan. I fell the day I moved into my new home and broke my foot. But the break, and associated ligament tear, was subtle and missed by doctors.The weight, force,…

I Haven’t

I’ve been thinking a lot about the things I haven’t done over the past three months. It’s been nearly three months since my surgery. Three months of bone growth and healing, of atrophy and anxiety. Now that I’ve started the rehabilitation process, I am slowly able to do things that were off limits before. But…