live in love…
I approach blogging the same way I do first dates: Don’t speak about ex’s, politics, or bodily noises with accompanying smells. Some information is meant to be discussed behind closed doors, ya know? But on Wednesday I tweeted about being frustrated with...
spinning, cycling, falling…
I arrived totally looking the part. Spandex? Check! Water bottle? Check! Helmet? Check! Let’s ride, he said with a sly smile indicating he knew something I didn’t. The terrain was tough, the hills were scary, and quite honestly, my derriere ached because...
because it's my blog…
I never win contests. Like, never win. The best thing I’ve won has been a neon pink fanny-pack after registering for the Long Beach Marathon. Needless to say, I never claimed my prize. But Internet, I felt lucky. I mean really lucky. After checking out totally...
seeing jesus…
in weathered hands asking for spare change, see jesus. in manicured hands with beautiful rings, see jesus. in vaccuous eyes, hallow and empty, see jesus. in tear-filled eyes, joyous and hopeful, see jesus. in fine suits, imported and tailored, see jesus. in tattered...
I’m a writer and teacher in love with two men: Jesus and my husband, Matt. [You might not find this funny, but I laugh at myself, so it all balances out.]
