Tag Archive: life

Tina Fey: Theologian . . . Who Knew?

My parent’s other neighbors have a cat named Joker. He’s an overweight tabby who whores himself through the neighborhood pretending to be homeless and in need of affection. My stepdad fell for Jokers ruse;… Continue reading

Because It’s Hard to Lose a Giant

When my daughter told me that someone at the gym got a Yurchenko and Jager Piked, I thought the coaches had taken the girls out for drinks.  Turns out they are actual skills. The exact nature of… Continue reading

Are you there God? It’s me, Olivia

My husband tried to kill me. Actually, he tried to clean my car.  A car that has seen more of my morning coffee in its carpet than ever made it into my mouth.  A… Continue reading

For Shawna

I first published this post 18 months ago when my friend Shawna was diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer.  On Friday, her battle ended.  It did not end the way we all had hoped,… Continue reading

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