Category Archives: All The Rest

So, I was going to say former athlete, but if you are anything like me, you know that once you are an athlete you’re always an athlete. Physical limitations and injuries may sideline us for a bit, but eventually we make our way back onto the field. It isn’t a perfect science (and I wish some of theseContinue reading “Confessions of a Lifetime Athlete”

Teammates are for life. Anyone who has played a sport longer than a year or two knows that there is a special bond between people who have gone into battle together. A roster full of strangers at the start of a season, you are molded into a team over the next seven or eight months. Strangers no more,Continue reading “Teammates Are For Life”

I have written a lot about the benefits playing sports had on my life. Truly an amazing experience and one in which to this very day and this very moment, I can cite incredible opportunities and experiences. But, I didn’t escape unscathed. Sometimes I scratch my head at my thought process and think to myself “man, sports really messedContinue reading “Sports Messed Me Up!”

When my daughter was a baby, I spent a lot of time helping her fall asleep. An extrovert even in the womb, it was hard for her to settle down for the night. Never ready for the party to end, too much to say, too much to still see and experience. She was tired, but didn’tContinue reading “Breathing With God”

You know what shame is? Shame is a crafty fox living in between your ears telling you all the stuff you hope nobody every finds out – stirring the pot and starting fights between who you want to be and who you are stuck being. Shame is the old cassette tape you play in your headContinue reading “Shame Storm”

This morning at church, I sat in the front row and sobbed. My contorted face and streaming tears were only visible to the musicians on the stage in front of me. I doubt anybody saw me, even though, I wasn’t trying to hide my tears. They flowed freely, the rows behind me unaware. This morning, my AuntContinue reading “Eventually, It Breaks”

“You don’t have time to feel sorry for yourself, you have a family and a child who needs you,” words my therapist said once upon a post-partum depression. It sounds harsh, but it was true. I didn’t have the luxury of wallowing about anything anymore. Not that I’m one to wallow anyway, but in thisContinue reading “300 lb. Back Squat”

I’ve spent a lot of years saying the wrong thing. Then apologizing for saying the wrong thing. Then, once again, saying the wrong thing. Then apologizing. I got to the point where I just apologized beforehand for the wrong thing I was about to say. It was a little crazy making. I was always oneContinue reading “Draw In A New Balloon”

There aren’t awards for people like us. Intuitives. Observers. Listeners. Thoughtful ones. The world rarely rewards or give praise to people who see small details. Nuances. People who notice the sad person at the party. We encourage. We exhort. We blend in. No. The world wants shiny. Fast. Faster. Fastest. Strong. Stronger. Strongest. Don’t getContinue reading “There Aren’t Any Awards For People Like Us”