100 Days

When my kids were young, their elementary school made a big deal out of the 100th day of school. Classes kept track of the number of days in anticipation of the 100th day. It was considered a milestone that represented progress, growth, and achievement. Kids were encouraged to be proud of their academic efforts, and…

Lifting weights

I didn’t participate in organized sports as a kid—I sang in the choir.  Edited the poetry section of the school magazine.  I was in the French club (oui!).  The only time I spent in a gym was the required hour each school day for P.E. class. After our children were grown, my husband decided it…

Grief

I lost my Mom the night before Thanksgiving. Well, maybe I shouldn’t say “lost” – I know where she is–in Heaven with Jesus. But she’s no longer living here with me. I’ve lost the ability to see her with my own eyes and hug her with my own arms, to tell her I love her…