WHEN YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND…PLOW ON

WHEN YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND…PLOW ON

I was more than disappointed, I was angry – angry at God for waiting until the very last minute to close a door of opportunity that had opened for me six months prior. I did not go looking for a new career, but when it came knocking on my door, I was intrigued, so I...
HERE’S YOUR SIGN

HERE’S YOUR SIGN

“I don’t have time for this!” I told the nurse. She did not respond to my outburst. The MRI revealed no sign of injury, but the intense pain in my right shoulder suggested otherwise. I knew the moment I sprinted with two 30-pound kettlebells in hand that my days as a...
RUN YOUR OWN RACE

RUN YOUR OWN RACE

I found myself comparing all day yesterday. I haven’t done that since I was an insecure teenager with a freakishly large bosom and stringy hair.  It started in the morning when I became jealous of a friend who celebrated her weight loss via social media. We are on the...
THANK GOD FOR SMALL BEGINNINGS

THANK GOD FOR SMALL BEGINNINGS

I am not sure how I ended up crying in front of a shelf of taco shells and carb-control tortillas holding a copy of Woman’s World magazine. Nevertheless, there I stood, weepy and alone, in the middle of the grocery aisle at the Santa Rosa Safeway. My heart fluttered...
SUGAR MAMA

SUGAR MAMA

I didn’t even use a fork. I shoveled pieces of the coconut layer cake into my mouth with one hand, while gripping the steering wheel with the other. It was the first time I gave in to a sugar craving to this extent. Never had I ever put my bra back on at the end of...