running the never ending race

Hey ladies! What’s the prize? Please, tell me. I would love to know. What’s the prize for being the prettiest, skinniest, funniest, smartest, most talented, most successful, and most popular lady? The answer: nothing. There isn’t a prize. So why are we constantly competing?   A while back I was in a locker room, where…

this one’s for the valentine’s day haters (and lovers)

Oh no. It’s that time of year again. Overpriced roses. Chocolate temptations. Cheesy Hallmark cards. Restaurants with a forty-five minute wait, minimum. You guessed it – it’s Valentine’s Day! That one day each year that so many dread for various reasons. They think it’s over-commercialized. They don’t like the pressure they feel from the media…

when a loved one leaves too soon

As I sat in that green leather seat with a crumbled Kleenex in my hand, my head leaning on my uncle’s shoulder, a sweatshirt and sweatpants poorly tucked into my old and worn Ugg boots, my grumbling stomach aching from the lack of food over several days, and a steady stream of tears falling down…

reflections

Three, six, five. When put together, these three numbers form a year. Seconds become minutes, minutes become hours, hours become days…