There is a grief monster in our house, hiding in the closet, under the bed, in the basement, where ever there is quiet and dark and a place from which it can surprise us. I am not a super hero, or a slayer of monsters,...
Kathy Berles Duisterhof My actual house-phone rang just as I was coming downstairs one morning several weeks ago, a little after 7am. There’s no chance it can be a marketing call, I thought. It must be my father with something important and “hot off the morning...
Recently I attended a triathlon clinic where one of the speakers shared a favorite anecdote about how training is the Book of Matches - you add the matches to light the fire during your training, and during the event you light each match. This resonated...
Thirteen years in the Catholic school system and not once did I realize just how privileged I was to be getting that type of education. It wasn’t until my high school graduation was long past and I was out in the world on my own,...
I’m one of those people. I’m the woman letting a child run through racks of jackets at TJ Maxx while I shop for activewear. My kid is the one who learned how to drink out of a water bottle out of necessity. I’m the lady...
I am just going to put it all out there and say that I don’t really care about anything except the dessert. It is a shameful time in history to be that person; at least within the demographic I run with. Any more, I find I...
I started to fall out of love with my music career about 5 years ago. It was a gradual falling out, not one terrible show, or experience, more like a hundred teeny tiny pin pricks in the vessel that held my belief in what I...