Evening. July 18, 2022. Recovery update and Monday randomness.
They say to be a good writer, I must write every day, regardless if I want to or not. They say it separates the hobbyists from the skilled workers. The professionals from the amateurs. The women from the girls. I do write every day.… Continue Reading “Today I Am a Writer”
4 month surgery follow-up!
I had surgery on December 3, 2021. An expansive team of Mayo Clinic surgeons extracted the fibula bone and artery from my right leg and inserted them into my left arm as a new, living, humerus bone. My existing humerus had eroded from an… Continue Reading “Surgery, Bones and Building”
“Enjoy your night,” quipped the phlebotomist. Inside, hysterics as blood-filled tubes dangle from my body. My fibula is now my humerus.
I competed at Waltz Across Texas in Houston on September 16, 2021. This was my 4th country western dance competition and my 2nd time at Waltz Across Texas; a dance event on the American Country Dance Association circuit…
I once lived on a ranch at the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. Cowgirl Erin, teen addition. A beautiful, rural homestead in Laporte, Colorado, a town settled in 1828 on the Northern Front Range and on the banks of the Cache La Poudre River.… Continue Reading “Home on the Range: Laporte, Colorado”
I sat on my couch, twenty years old, laughing at a rerun and eating a snack. My morning class at the University of Southern Indiana was complete and I would soon return. The news interrupted the show with images of the first plane strike,… Continue Reading “When the World Stopped Turning 20 years ago”
I recently completed 36 days of #75HARD. I am not a fan of “all or nothing” challenges. I think perfectionism keeps many from achieving their goals. However, I needed a focus amid physical pain and a resulting lifestyle change, and I knew that this… Continue Reading “Day 36 of #75HARD”
Ratty curls flopped on top of my hundred pound body. Dressed in oversized boy’s clothing, a coffee cup in my hand that may have been be filled with Jack Daniels, and smoke on my breath; I jumped on a friend’s handlebars and somehow made… Continue Reading “One of Those People”