Part 3: Washing Away
On March 15, 2015, a group of Roanoke runners, got together for an annual race. It landed directly on a day holding great significance for me. I spent the sunny Sunday climbing to the Mill Mountain Star with my best friend and little sidekick, and visiting my brother’s grave site. I haven’t run since early … Continue reading
Part 2: Washing Away
Last weekend, on March 15, 2015, a group of Roanoke runners, got together for an annual race. It landed directly on a day holding great significance for me. I spent the sunny Sunday climbing to the Mill Mountain Star with my best friend and little sidekick, and visiting my brother’s grave site. I haven’t run … Continue reading
Part 1: Washing Away
Last weekend, on March 15, 2015, a group of Roanoke runners, got together for an annual race. It landed directly on a day holding great significance for me. I spent the sunny Sunday climbing to the Mill Mountain Star with my best friend and little sidekick, and visiting my brother’s grave site. I haven’t run … Continue reading
I Blush
Even to say it sounds like a dirty word. Blush. I don’t just blush when someone gives me a compliment and I’m trying to be coy. Or when I feel uncomfortable in a conversation and don’t know how to gently excuse myself. Or when I know I’m saying or doing something contradictory to my best … Continue reading
The Unexpected Self Evaluation
With a blank page open on the bright screen, the cursor blinks and blinks and blinks. I move the mouse to open my email, and decide to get some real work done. Amid thoughts of weekend to-dos—don’t forget to switch the laundry before it mildews—and preparations for my husband’s return home from a three-month stent … Continue reading
You Don’t Drink?
The Answer I Never Give to the Question I Always Get I’ve never had a DUI or been arrested. I did wake up with my car nose deep in a snow bank and not remember how I got there. I’ve never lost all my money, family or friends to booze. I did lie to … Continue reading
Life without coffee
I like my coffee like I like my men. Tall. Dark. Hot. (Joking…joking) I share the same love for the beverage we call by many affectionate names—Java, Joe, sweet nectar of the gods—as my fellow coffee aficionados. It came as a surprise, a shock even to me, when I proclaimed to take a month hiatus … Continue reading
Everything In Its Place
Peppercorns rattle as I push past a fresh packet of red chili peppers. We always kept those on hand to finish the dhal. Red Chili peppers, garlic cloves, and white cumin seeds dropped in scorching hot olive oil and drenched over a simmering pot of chick peas. Our kitchen wafted with sautéed onions and oil … Continue reading
You Know How This Goes
Trigger warning: I first shared this piece in a Master’s level writing course and it was hard on one of the women in my class, so I want to preface it with this warning. You Know How This Goes is a counter piece to I Know How This Goes. I wrote and share these pieces with the intention … Continue reading
I Know How This Goes
Trigger warning: I first shared this piece in a Master’s level writing course and it was hard on one of the women in my class, so I want to preface it with this warning. I Know How This Goes is a counter piece to You Know How This Goes. I wrote and share these pieces with … Continue reading
