Thirteenth Day Immunity

Holy crap. I’m shocked to realize I’ve been gone for 12 days. Geez, 12 days. This morning I tried to remember how long it had been since I published anything. I thought maybe a week; six days, perhaps. I logged on to check. It’s been 12 days. Wow. As the British say, I’m dashed. Flummoxed….

Thunder Road

  A long time ago I stopped a man from raping me by screaming at him so violently that I scared him. He had a loaded gun but I scared him. I watched him chamber a round. He held me down so hard the police took photos of the bruises on my biceps when it…

Yoga Sins

Just hanging out, appropriating some culture. Mostly because my culture can’t come up with anything better than yoga. So far we’ve got binge-ing, perpetual upgrading, arguing about Love, arguing about God, deifying beauty, and competitive breeding. As a cultural icon said, when you know better you do better. Yoga is better. All my culture can…

Dead Man’s Curve

Midweek run in the blackness. So still and clear you’d never guess a hurricane was coming. Bronco tried to run me down. Forced me off the road and into a field. Taillights mean and mocking. Two figures crossed my path half a block away, tethered to smaller creatures. All four glided past, gauzy under the…

Holiday Road

Labor Day. Second run of the season. Around the neighborhood. This is what I found: 26 cents and a nub of blue sidewalk chalk. This is a clear indicator that the spirit folk in my neighborhood are in need of some structure. Some direction. And they were willing to pay me for my time but…

Not To Rush You, But Get On This

You guys. My frags? Check out the frag from my September planner page: These frags are from Danielle LaPorte’s Desire Map planner. I buy one every year. Comes in daily, monthly, or undated styles. Doubles as a journal. These sell out every year. For real. They launch the summer before the New Year and they…

Copperhead Road

It’s not every running season that starts with a snake encounter. I say starts because I start again in September after taking a break for the month of August. Since September 1st fell on a Saturday I made the first run of the season a trail run. Just a short one but long enough to…

August Work Release–Real and Raw

August is finished (whoohoo!) Time to show our work. I am trying not to rush but ooooooh, how I love the end of summer. It hangs on too long here in Mercyburg; sometimes well into October. It does no good to get too excited just because the calendar thinks summer is over. I’ve been burned…

The Yep Files

Blessed trolls. Imagine the Internet without them. Over the weekend I was trolled for The Nope Files. Said troll wants to know why there are no Yep Files. Or am I just here to make myself sound better than people who are brave enough to put themselves out there? The first part is a fair…

The Nope Files–Weekend Edition

All curated from Pinterest. All pretty and well-meaning but all bullshit time-and-life wasters. *** Nope. Strength grows during rest. When you keep going anyway you build endurance. ***   Nope on all counts. Great is completely dependent upon comparison. If you want to be greater, stop the comparison. Notice how great, greater, greatest becomes irrelevant…

Show Me The Alternative

Is anyone else rethinking the language used in the wellness world lately? All the stuff we say to each other and ourselves to reinforce our failure(s)? Specifically, the challenge to define how we show up in the world? I’m hearing this everywhere. I had the misfortune of receiving it as a journal prompt over the…

Bad Poetry, Good Therapy

My friend Kristen was anxious for me to see a play with her last weekend, particularly because one of the characters specializes in bad poetry. I say specializes because her bad poetry is deliberate. As in not because she can’t write it any better; she can. She can write good poetry. But there is pleasure…