In eight years
For those of you who do not know me, I met a different version of myself eight years ago. In an instant, I felt like a brand-new version of me….
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Letting go & holding on
At different points in our lives, we are ready and able to release certain things. Maybe these are tangible things, or beliefs we hold onto. Some of that can be…
Anticipatory grief
The first time I heard the term anticipatory grief was from my friend Jan, who you know as The Hamilton County Reporter’s front-page columnist on Mondays. While it was not…
Creating an independent space
As an ambulatory wheelchair user, I am constantly brainstorming ways to make my home more accessible. I want to live in a space that does not feel stressful. Creating a…
The price of belonging
For many years of my life, I paid a price to belong. I thought I needed to sacrifice my identity to belong in the world. To matter. My internal dialog…
Life is a gift
I met my friend Rainey in middle school. Throughout the years, we have been through a lot of life together. In high school, she didn’t miss a beat and helped…
Seeing old friends
On Friday evening, my sweet husband informed me that the next evening was his 35th class reunion. This gave me about 24 hours’ notice. Bless his heart. How could he…
Accessibility in Sydney
In the months leading up to our trip to Sydney, my mind constantly thought about what it would be like there. It is so far away, and I had no…
The Sydney marathon
WOW! Sydney, you were a tough one. We knew going into this fifth world marathon major that it was going to be challenging for my husband with the duo bike….
Meeting of a lifetime
Traveling to Sydney, Australia, to complete our fifth World Marathon Major, was obviously the goal for our recent trip to Australia. Getting to meet my online friend of six years,…