If I can't be a dragon-whisperer, can I at least have a talking dog?
My husband has been traveling a lot lately and it's made me aware of something I'd nearly forgotten about: I don't feel like cooking when I'm on my own. When Kurt is home, I cook constantly, making sure we have healthy, tasty food to eat. When I'm by myself? I stare into the cupboard looking... Continue Reading →
I've been sick for a week now and am getting better oh-so-slowly. It's an opportunity to work on being patient with myself and my body, but lessons in patience are my least favorite kind. This lesson has included changing my expectations in big ways, from skipping a chance to see Chihuly Nights at the Denver Botanical... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid, I loved reading books about horses: The Black Stallion, Black Beauty, Misty of Chincoteague, and National Velvet. Only some of these books talked about horse-racing, but Velvet's stable of paper racehorses, lovingly cared for, made an impression on me, and I took an interest in horse-racing as a result. I... Continue Reading →
As much as my health has improved in the last year, I still have slow days, exhausted days, days where I drag myself around trying to live up to my obligations and expectations of myself. When they happen, I grit my teeth, back pedal, jettison the non-essential tasks and prioritize. I still have to fight... Continue Reading →
It was one of those weekends. I had a lovely vista of two full days without commitments, and a list of bright ideas for how to spend my time. The problem? Not enough energy to follow through. In the last ten years, I've had more than my share of days where I was too tired... Continue Reading →
