There I was running on the track, thus making good use of the time between YaYa's soccer pictures and game time. I hadn't planned it. As such, I wasn't fully equipped for the task. Since these moments seem rare, I was not going to … [Continue reading]
Is that straight jacket for me?
It's the end of a long day. The treadmills are filling up quickly. I am moving along to the music and letting the song signal me to accelerate again and again. I am surprised at how comfortably I am running. I am not out of breath, and my ankle … [Continue reading]
Work, work, work
I had feared that work would get busy suddenly. I was nervous that, when it did, I might not be able to handle the increased workload. I just had no idea that the challenges would present me with such an extreme feeling of … [Continue reading]
The Bridge
Art therapy Draw a picture of a bridge and be sure to include yourself in the drawing. Driving to work each morning, I consider my mood. More recently it has been mostly "good." My good may not be the same as it was … [Continue reading]
Ponytails and Pick ups
When YaYa was just a wee lad, he used to play with my hair while going to sleep. He would do it unconsciously, reaching up and twirling the strands, of what hair his little hands could grab a hold of, until he feel off to sleep. After he … [Continue reading]