Last week I was attacked by a mutant strawberry at lunch. Here’s the evidence: I was sitting at lunch with several co-workers, minding my own business, trying to eat healthy, when I heard, “Oh my gosh! Look at that thing!!” It was Jenn. A kindred spirit at work. We have bonded over our ridiculous abilities…
All posts in My Story
Wild and Precious
This has probably been around for some time, but it is new to me. And it descended like a bomb! I’m at the age now where I thought I’d have my life together and know who I was and where I was heading. When I think of my fifteen year old self projecting into the…
My Main Squeeze
There’s a boy in my life. He’s super sweet, and way cute, and loves me lots… and he’s three years old. My friend’s son, Valor, is amazing. First of all, he’s a genius. He has a vocabulary that rivals kids triple his age. For instance, he can name and identify not just the typical fruits…
My Unassuming Holy of Holies
Today my coffee table made me cry. No, I didn’t stub my toe on it while walking past. And no insensitive message was carved into its surface. I cried because of what this table means to my soul. I sat staring in awe at our old, worn, chipping coffee table. Its underside has crayon scribbles…
Space Available…
Ah, Valentine’s Day, my old friend, you are here again. I don’t know why it bothers me, but it always does. This day reminds me that I am single. It doesn’t highlight the beautiful, free, unencumbered parts about singleness, instead it highlights the negatives. At least in my head it does. If you know me,…
Tuba-riffic!
My brother is so cool. He’s fifteen. He’s 6’2″. He’s in that fun life stage somewhere in between playing with action figures and planning retirement. He loves music. The other day he commented to my mom, “I just feel happiest when I’m playing music.” He had the huge honor of being named first chair tuba…
Crafting, Talking, Cupcakes and Mirror Notes
Sometimes I get peopled out. I work around loads of people — coworkers and patients — all of whom need parts of my time and attention. Sometimes I joke that being an Occupational Therapist is like being a professional cheerleader. I have to encourage people to do things that are difficult and give lots of…
Justice and God
Ever since I attended Passion last year, my ears have pricked up when I hear the word “justice.” I heard about the atrocities in the world in real and all too near ways. Passion focused on the plight of 27 million men, women, and children in the world who are currently in slavery. There is…
My Resolutions?
So after all my high brow talk about making resolutions… some of you have asked what MY resolutions are for 2013! I’m glad you asked! (And thanks for reading 🙂 In 2013 I am resolved to: 1. Write at least 100 blog posts. I truly feel healthiest when writing. That’s the point of this blog.…
The Ache for Adventure
We have all felt it – an inexplicable, unquenchable ache. We ache for many things in life. Ache to feel loved, ache to have purpose, and ache to experience true adventure. Modern man has actually concocted an entire industry to satisfy the ache by a cheap, or in some cases – not so cheap, thrill…