There’s Room for Everyone

I’m writing this post as an entry in the “Overcoming Writer’s Doubt” contest at Positive Writer. There’s this horrible voice inside most writers’ heads that says something along the lines of, “Who do you think you are?” and “Why the hell would anyone want to hear anything you’ve got to say?” That is the ugly,…

Rain

It doesn’t rain much here, in the desert, so when it does, it’s a special occasion. This morning I woke up thinking it must still be early because it was so dark but I was extremely happy to discover the darkness was due to clouds and a light rain. I like rain, but Ryan likes…

Learning to Follow

Most Wednesday nights find me in the arms of man after man after man… in ballroom dance class that is – west coast swing, specifically. Not long ago a more experienced dancer told me I followed well. I was thrilled! I also had to laugh because until recently, following wasn’t exactly my thing. In fact,…

My First Run

I was fourteen years old the first time I tried running as a form of exercise. I was soft and a little pudgy in that way adolescent girls often are, and had been voted “Least Likely to Sweat”┬áby my family. Even so, I borrowed my boyfriend’s sweats and a tee shirt, and with his heartfelt…

The Last Summer

The summers of my childhood were spent splashing happily away in my grandmother’s pool with my cousins, who spent summer and Christmas vacations with our grandmother, Audrey. I’m an only child and my cousins were the brothers I never had. We passed the deliciously long, leisurely days of summer working up an appetite for the…

We Chase an Ice Cream Truck

Nothing announces the arrival of summer like the slightly out of tune siren song of the ice cream truck. The ice cream truck that roams our neighborhood has a habit of trundling through close to bedtime on school nights, usually right after teeth are brushed. Not only is this inconvenient, it’s also a little suspect…