Out of the Frying Pan: My Joy Fight Heats Up
Things took a turn. A fiery, hot turn in the Achilles rupture world. Out of the frying pan, into the fire. And boy, I’d appreciate your prayers.
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When Nostalgia Goes South, In the Far North Country
In the days following my Achilles tenton rerupture, I’ve been grappling with happy memories.
Yes, happy ones that make me sad.
Whether it’s a healthier time in your life or when our kids were little or a relationship was more rewarding, we must reckon with nostalgia.
What do you do with it?
Here’s what I did this week.
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Sit Loose: How Wounds Set Us Free
For one who walks, or runs, morning, noon and evening; who cancelled three “walk & talk” dates on the way to the ER; and who had just begun High Intensity Interval Training (HIIT)—including sunrise bursts on the Sanibel beach last week—months on crutches and knee scooters are a shaking loose.
They are a real test of my mettle. They are a fire and a flood and a prising free.
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A Prayer for Gladness When Good Seasons End
There is a time for everything. My time as a basketball mom will come to an end tonight–unless our Eagles pull off a major upset in the Wisconsin state tournament. They could. But I’m preparing my heart for this 15-year basketball season to end. But if I’m honest, the idea of being a basketball mom…
