Connie’s got this — but pray anyway, please!
Prayers, please! As I type, my friend Connie is at the hospital undergoing surgery to remove a lobe of her lung that encases a nodule. Continue reading Connie’s got this — but pray anyway, please!
Category: gym life
It’s Pinterest not Pimpterest — and other random thoughts
Dear Pinterest, Please stop sending me messages along the lines of “It’s a match: Sara and Kevin.” Just. Stop. I … Continue reading It’s Pinterest not Pimpterest — and other random thoughts
And the verdict is: It’s NOT cancer!
“Good morning,” I said as I greeted Connie in the locker room before swim class Wednesday. “How are you?” “Just … Continue reading And the verdict is: It’s NOT cancer!
When your friend battles breast cancer…
What I appreciated most about Connie throughout her battle with breast cancer was her transparency. Continue reading When your friend battles breast cancer…
Fight breast cancer and carry a big stick…
I don’t care if this blog post goes viral, but I sure wish your prayers, good thoughts, fingers crossed or whatever on Connie’s behalf do. Pray for Connie. Spread the word, please. Continue reading Fight breast cancer and carry a big stick…
An argument for communication…
How I was forced to communicate my frustration with someone’s lack of communication. Continue reading An argument for communication…
Keep the girls covered…
It might be American culture or simply our locker room’s culture, but our unwritten rules clearly indicate that nakedness is a transitory state. Continue reading Keep the girls covered…
“Sara’s birthday’s in the house”
Sara’s birthday’s in the house. Or gym. Or office. Wherever. Today. Continue reading “Sara’s birthday’s in the house”
Today’s workout goal? No sweat!
The reason was this: I had walked into the nearly empty locker room before 6 this morning in time to hear a woman in a wet swimsuit say, “The showers are closed?” Continue reading Today’s workout goal? No sweat!
When you get to tell your story…
Stories never cease to remind me that God can make something incredible from a perfect mess. Continue reading When you get to tell your story…
How’s your masterpiece?
Thinking of my body as a masterpiece — as Rosie does — makes me appreciate how and why God made me uniquely me. Continue reading How’s your masterpiece?
Was this an unredeemable moment?
What kind of person can leave behind a tampon in a shower? Did it fall out, unnoticed? (Not bloody likely.) Continue reading Was this an unredeemable moment?
