Add a Little Dash of Panic

The race had been going well so far. I mean, I wasn’t going to win a medal for anything besides participation, but the fact that I had stuck out the entire course was truly enough to warrant such an ubiquitous prize. It was the first year that most of the family decided to attempt the Warrior Dash and it was very exciting to know that I could have such a good showing in front of some of my favorite people. Sweat was dripping down my face and my shorts were rubbing between my thighs, creating twin burning rashes, but I…

A Little Mayo Never Killed Anyone. Right?

I had a dream about a sandwich last night. A sandwich that I ate approximately 32 years ago. In a downtown park in Denver, outside of the Natural History Museum. Probably the best sandwich I ever had in my life. A perfectly perfect piece of edible art that will forever hold a place of honor in my mind. It could be probable that I remember that sandwich more than my own husband by the time I’m ninety. I can still smell it. Taste it. Feel it’s warmth in my hands. A sandwich that will never be recreated in the history…

Happy Birthday to the Bestest Kid in the World–You Complete Me

Today marks ten years since my son came physically into my life.  He had a stronghold on me way before I held him in my arms, but September 21 was the first time I could put a face to the person that until that moment I blamed for all of my personal discomfort.  He was squishy and red and looked too damn much like his dad that I was actually questioning whether he was actually mine.  He didn’t come into the world easily (I had a c-section) but I would have done it a million times more just to be able to finally…

All Camped Out (Finale)

Get caught up with the story : All Camped Out (Part One) and All Camped Out (Part Two) Now, I admit that I have never been the kind of person that ever looked twice at an RV. When I used to camp a lot with aunts and uncles back in the day, they had their small traveling houses but we were hardly ever let inside. It wasn’t until I was in middle school that my dad was able to scrape enough money to bring a little version home. And I do mean little—nothing like the behemoths that are on the road now. The…