Muses

“A love to peel away mortgage payments, root canals and this gray February world.”

Riding home from school, my 9 year-old staring out the window said, “Mama. The heart wants what the heart wants. If the heart wants a limo – you will go for a ride in a limo.” (more…)

“It was brutal, all day and all hand washable. I’m not making this up.”

“Let’s get rid of these.” My daughter pointed to our washer and dryer. My first thought — how quickly can this be accomplished? (more…)

Visions of standing on the banks of the Mississippi with the water rising.

Six thousand books needed to be transported. Let’s form a line of book wrestlers from Dog Ear Books old location on Academy Street up two generous city blocks to their new location on South Main Street. (more…)

Looking at the New Year, who would you rather be? Brett Favre or Tony Romo?

All celebrating happens in the end zone. Well, it used to before new rules once again try to curb the enthusiasm of jubilant ballplayers. Who doesn’t understand the spontaneous desire to take the moment to propose to a cheerleader? Or lie down to attempt a Snow Angel? A touchdown’s been scored! No one would think of performing this celebratory behavior on their own 5 yard line.

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I was heating up. The shirt needed to go.”

Letting go or hanging on.

When committing last July to run the January 2010 Disney marathon, I couldn’t foresee race day temperatures in the 20s with wind chills into the teens. The Weather Channel announced exposed skin warnings and risk of hypothermia. Dressed in so many mixed-match layers, it appeared I was going on a date with the Michelin Man and trying a little too hard to impress. (more…)

You might have a longer shelf life spending most days on the dark side of the moon.”

Snap. The sound of a champagne flute’s stem separating from its bowl after knocking against the kitchen sink facet. Ruined! (more…)

“What beats having someone around who covers you in kisses after a run?”

 
 “You have ruined your life.” Words from a dear friend upon learning I secured a puppy for the children for Christmas. (more…)

Santa, if truth be told, I want lots of things for Christmas.

Oh, to be 8 years old and making a Christmas wish list. Especially if that note is addressed to someone magical for whom nothing is impossible. My daughter drew up this list for the fat man in the red suit: (more…)

I felt as strong as an ant attempting to clean and jerk 200 pounds.

 Only the weak cry. You cannot be weak and run roundtrip from Madison to Rutledge.  (more…)

This was being a chaperone in the year 2009? Guess I forgot to read volunteer waiver’s fine print.

HELP ME was scribbled across the fogged school bus window to my left. How can a parent say “no” when a child begs, “Please come on the field trip with us?”

 Easy. “No.” (more…)

           

           

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