It’s hard for me to call myself a writer, because as soon as I do, the first question someone asks is “What have you written? Would I know it?” So instead, I still refer to myself as a lover of life who likes to write; who likes to capture ideas on paper. “But why?” is the next question. Because it’s a creative outlet, that allows me to connect with other people to inform, enlighten, and occasionally entertain, with an added bonus - its therapeutic value for me. And because my sister, the Continue Reading
It’s Official – I’m an Ambivert!
In 48 hours, I will begin a social experiment that both excites me, and also frightens the dickens out of me. And it will last for almost four days. From the very first time I began to socially interact with people, I’ve been identified and have identified myself as an extrovert. Yet one of the very hardest things for me to do is this thing called “networking,” or making polite conversation with people I don’t know. And now I know why – I’m an ambivert – neither an extrovert or an introvert, Continue Reading
Releasing My Inner Cowgirl, 2016
Some days, you just have to get in the car, enjoy the ride, and let the day roll out in front of you, regardless of how dusty and dirty you're going to get. How else can I explain rooting for Cowboy Jeff in the National Team Roping Tour? But there we were, sun beating down on us in the 90 degree heat, sitting on dirty, old wooden bleachers, along the banks of the dried up Hassayampa River in Wickenburg, Arizona, making friends with Jeff, and Lorraine, a 75 year old Alaskan transplant. She took Continue Reading
My Ongoing Fight with Exercise Classes
Flat on my back, legs up in the air, splayed as much as these two bratwurst shaped limbs of mine can be, feet reaching toward the fluorescent lights. I would have been less embarrassed had I fallen, but nope, this was intentional. I hate exercise. I know that’s a strong word, but really, I hate it. I’m not talking about walking or biking, dancing or swimming. Those I like. It’s when I find myself reaching, stretching, lunging, balancing, all in sync to some obscure playlist of workout songs, Continue Reading