Dryuary: 3,448 days in

Dryuary is a thing now. People make a New Year's resolution to abstain from alcohol for the entire month of January. There's a website: "Dryuary is all about Not Drinking in January. Join with others, share your strength, take the Dryuary Challenge!" People can sign up to stay in contact with other dryuary participants and... Continue Reading →

Good news: everything is listening, including your keys

Last weekend my cousin and I walked a five mile loop starting at St. Mary's of the Knobs. We parked in the lot between the old catholic church and the new catholic grade school, and headed off with our phones locked in my car, my keys tied to my shoelace - the same as every... Continue Reading →

The Excavation Of My Personal History, Decorated By Sunflowers

Eight years into our marriage my husband and I purchased the house where I grew up from my stepdad. We gutted it. I called it the excavation of my personal history. We took down part of the wall between the kitchen and living room. We dry-walled the basement and had new carpet installed. We repainted... Continue Reading →

Please Don’t Stop, Please Don’t Stop, Please Don’t Stop The Music

It's Monday and I keep listening to the same songs over and over. I start with The Killers Are we human...or are we dancers? and then go to the Pixie's Where is my mind? Before the Pixie song ends, I search YouTube for Father John Misty and start singing along, "...oh, pour me another drink,... Continue Reading →

How To Face Your Fears Before You Get Burned

Not so long ago, my daughter's bedtime routine ended with the following question every night: "Will you talk to me about it?" It was all of the anxieties and fears and worries that invaded her bedroom as soon as she was tucked in. "No matter what, everything will be okay. There's absolutely nothing to worry... Continue Reading →

Running, Writing & Tricking Myself Into Doing Either

Last month I ran a half marathon. It was my first. I've come to running a little later than most. Toward the end of last year, at age 41, I started jogging halfway through my walks. My usual three mile jog turned into four miles, and then five. Eventually, during a particularly good run, an... Continue Reading →

There Are Few Things Sure In Anyone’s Life

This is my dad on his wedding day, February 9, 1973. Today is the 38th anniversary of his death. He drowned May 14, 1977 at Buffalo Trace Park after spending the day picking strawberries in Starlight, Indiana. I was almost four, and he was a few short months from being 27 - both of us... Continue Reading →

Day 19: Wedded Blisters

Today while working at the coffee shop, Emmy Lou Harris and Mark Knopfler's song This is us started playing on my Pandora station, making me all teary-eyed-goofy-happy thinking about my husband. We are floating towards our 19th anniversary in September. It's taken a long time to feel like we know what we're doing - and... Continue Reading →

Day 18: No Rest For The Wicked

I want to sleep. Sometimes, I want to sleep so badly, I can do nothing but stand with my eyes closed and imagine falling asleep right where I am. Often, I am in the produce section, picking up apples, searching for ones without bruises. Or, staring at an endless shelf of clothes detergent at Target... Continue Reading →

Day 17: Security Blankets

For a number of years, my morning commute included a drive across the Ohio River headed east on interstate 64 to the Grinstead exit just outside of downtown Louisville. I'd drive up Cherokee Parkway to Longest Avenue where I would stop for my daily Heine Brothers' coffee and a walk through Carmichael's Bookstore. 64 to... Continue Reading →

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