Faint of heart

I think I became part of an urban legend last week. Cory was out of town for the evening last Thursday visiting his parents. A late meeting after work put me home around 8:30 p.m. Although not entirely thrilled to be alone - a writer's imagination will do strange things when the writer is alone …

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What dreams are made of

In an effort to project honesty, as well as separate myself from some other fitness bloggers and Instagrammers who imply - or insist - that they always ooze positivity and love themselves, and therefore urge that if you don't do the same then there's something wrong with you, I'm gonna throw this out there: I've …

Running on empty

So, it's 2018. Hope everyone's having a happy new year so far. We're only 11 days in, so there's the possibility of a bad day in there, but I hope it was only a mildly bad day. I'll cut right to the chase: new year resolutions. What's the most common? I think we all know …

The missing

For those of you hoping for a blockbuster thriller post, I apologize for misleading you. No one goes missing in this story. At least not against his or her will. Last week took me completely out of my regular routine, workplace, town and sleep schedule. My alma mater, Western Kentucky University, hosts a workshop somewhere …

The protector

Marriage offers learning opportunities, and Cory and I have experienced several in just less than four months in to this thing. Sometimes we learn about each other, our relationship, or ourselves. A couple weeks ago, I think we both learned about all three of those things. Our wedding ceremony is still pretty fresh in our …

‘The Wicker Man’

The event of yesterday played out in my head much more comical and chaotic before it happened than it actually was. We bought furniture for our sun room. Online. As in, assemble it ourselves. Anyone without a mechanically inclined background who has had to assemble IKEA furniture or a child's playset knows the struggle that …

Back-to-school jitters

About this time last year, I humbled myself to type out an embarrassing account of my first week as a college freshman. I wanted to assure former college freshmen that they weren't the only goofy kids on their campus, and I also wanted to leave no doubt in the minds of upcoming college freshmen that …