Don’t Feed the Trolls
We all understand that people are emboldened when their weapon is a keyboard and their superpower is the invisibility of the internet, but I didn’t realize quite how bad it was until now.
My HuffPost Essay
My HuffPost essay was published today. I’m really proud of it, even though the trolls are coming at me HARD. Wow. I wish this world was kinder and gentler. I choose to remain as kind and gentle as I can. It’s hard to be so angry and judgy. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one. […]
From Pickleball to Pool
Dear Diary, Stroke, stroke, stroke, breathe left. That’s my cadence as I freestyle slowly from one end of the pool to the other. I try to choose my swim times when no one else is there. The pool opens at 9:00 AM, and that seems to work pretty well. By 11:00 AM, when the weather […]
It’s My Birthday!
I sometimes wish I’d been an adult when my mom was in her 30s and 40s—that I could have been her best friend instead of her daughter. I look at her pictures back then, and I see this gorgeous, sexy, vibrant woman—a part of her I never had the privilege of knowing. She was so many people, and I only knew a fraction of her.
Slower than the Average Bear
Dear Diary, I was sixteen and in the best shape of my life when my basketball coach nonchalantly said, “You’d be so much faster if you just lost 20 pounds.” What should you never, ever say to a sixteen-year-old girl? Those 11 words. Let’s be clear: I was a 3-sport athlete when I was sixteen. […]
Pickleball is Life
We women deal with the patriarchy and mansplaining and misogyny every single day of our lives. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. Some of us deal with it from strangers, some from partners, some from husbands. We’re tired. We don’t want to deal with it any more.
I Am Dante’s Inferno
Dear Friends, For those of you who don’t know, I live and travel full-time in a 5th wheel. It’s a gorgeous tiny home on wheels, but space is definitely limited. The king-sized bed is squeezed in so tightly, it’s nearly impossible to put on a fitted sheet. So, bedside space is at a premium. This […]
Swinging for the Fence
Maybe Coach Watson will stand at third and give me the coveted “hit away” sign. Maybe I’ll connect with my rebel spirit and swing away regardless. I like to break the rules once in a while. And maybe—just like that day in after-school practice—I’ll hit one over the fence.
The beauty of the whole game is in the possibility. That’s why I love playing.
Identity Crisis
Dear Diary, It’s the one year anniversary of losing my six-figure job. One year since I was told things were not working out. One year since I heard, “Friday will be your last day.” One year since the financial security rug was pulled out from under me. I have to begin by saying I’m still […]
Is Love Blind?
Dear Diary, I have a confession to make. I’m a Love Is Blind junkie. I watch every season of it in every country in every language. Sometimes I like to kid myself into believing that I’m expanding my cultural knowledge by watching Love is Blind: Brazil. I mean, I’m just polishing up on my Portuguese, […]