Tag: friendship
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The Most Important Fabric of My Gym Life Is Made of Yarn
If you struggle with faithfulness to your own health and fitness, I’d recommend you find your own Connie. Or join our happy team. We’ve got enough yarn.
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What If You Fail to Be Who You Thought You’d Be?
This post is about friends who help us to be the person we’d like to be, told through my experiences with both failure and grace.
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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.
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Sweet on Paris…
Knowing a friend is vacationing in Europe during this time of uncertainty makes this latest terror event too close to home.
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All in a day’s workout…
It was just a typical day at the health club — a snapshot of the workout world that encourages me to join it each day. See you there!
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The view from inside…
It felt as if I were in Mrs. Repulski’s Advanced Humanities class again. “I’d better explain this better,” my English teacher abruptly would interrupt her own lecture, adding: “Sara looks confused.” It’s rather embarrassing at times, but my face is nothing but honest. If I were confused, it showed. Mrs. Repulski would then take the time to explain the…
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When friendship trumps light…
Dear Diana, When I awakened at 3:30 a.m. Colorado time, my first thought was that I was glad you weren’t here. I turned on the light, made some coffee, wrote for awhile, went for a workout, and then came back and got ready for the day. No tiptoeing, no making coffee in the dark, no…
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The sisterhood of the traveling blow dryer…
Thursday morning, I needed the black blow dryer, the only blow dryer that is movable at the health club. “Sure, hon, anything you want,” responded Donna to my request. She was perched on her usual Tuesday/Thursday stool at the counter that contains every blow dryer the women’s locker room offers (that would be three). “Do…
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This Fun’s for you…
I hate going to weddings alone. But now that my youngest son is 16 and more eager to weed the entire front yard than suffer through ceremonies and receptions filled with more ceremony, I have no partner in the sublime. (My husband? Well, he will attend our children’s events–if and when–but he conveniently works all…
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Cheers!
I envy my seniors. Their class of seventeen is the largest our school has graduated–ever–and while its size has been cause for some consternation as we deal with the logistics of our end-of-school activities, I envy them the “Cheers”-like intimacy (minus the bar) that has been theirs. Consider that my senior class had 500 students…
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When We Finally Met Face to Face, It Was a Little Piece of Heaven
She was someone I’d gotten to know in my online classes. We finally met in person, and it reminded me how much we can look forward to seeing God one day.
All Things Work Together 