Rebounding with Grace

Yesterday,  I wandered into the gym and slunk down into a plastic green picnic chair.  Exhausted from an emotional week, I scanned the piles of mats for my daughter.  It took me a while to… Continue reading

Coffee Shop Christianity: Carry me a Latte

With four and a half hours to kill, in a city that is not my home, while my daughter practices her gymnastics; I spend a ridiculous amount of time in Starbucks.  Last Thursday, trying… Continue reading

So Call me Crazy

  My life is crazy.  I teach fitness classes at five different facilities, and drive an hour (each way) for my daughter’s 5 hour gymnastics practice . . . every day.  My husband… Continue reading

The Bathroom is on Fire, Much Water is Needed

I was ticked at my husband last Monday.  Not anything major, just irritated enough to be a bit vengeful.  So when I went to sign both of us up for volunteer slots at the gymnastics meet that Saturday,  I… Continue reading

Shadows, Shelter, and Shade

Maybe it’s the rain, or lack of commerce, or the commitment to stay weird; whatever the reason in Oregon we do three things.  We drink, we festival, and we educate.  Our drinking is never just drinking, however.  We… Continue reading

Broken?

Despite an unsuccessful attempt to ride a bean bag down the basement stairs, my son’s foot is not broken.  A fact determined with the help of two urgent care physicians, a pediatrician, a orthopedist, five(ish)… Continue reading

Big Hair Theology

My upbringing was the perfect storm of 80’s media and a father who put no filter on what I ingested through the television screen. My values are subsequently a little off the shoulder… Continue reading

Color Me Christian

I first heard of the Color Run when a friend posted their YouTube promo video on Facebook.  Tagged as the “happiest run on the planet” the video featured runners covered in a paint-like… Continue reading

Space and Time Vs. Spacey and Timeless

My children have very different concepts of space and time.  My daughter remembers every life event; when and where it happened, what she was wearing, and the license plate of the car that drove her there.  She… Continue reading

Running Away from my Blog

I quit blogging. I tried first to start over;  I created a new domain, made my profile more obscure, turned off all the automatic publishing features.  A few posts later, my fingers froze and… Continue reading