Ready to Run
I played half a game of pickleball this morning before I had to stop, my knee screaming. Pickleball—such a silly name for a sport I love so much; one that doesn’t love me back. I’m losing my left knee to pickleball, although basketball, softball, volleyball, and racquetball probably made their contributions long before pickleball became […]
My Slow Journey to Fasting
Recently, I completed a 72-hour fast. Two weeks ago, I couldn’t imagine ever writing those words. You see, I’m a girl who likes to eat. Everything. Eating for me is an experience. A holy one. Food makes me happy—all kinds of food. From filet mignon to chicken marsala to a Culver’s butter burger, I tend […]
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 […]