Adventures of The Incredible Shrinking Woman

Walking…I used to hate it. HATE it. At 289 pounds, it was nothing but pain. Pain in my injured back, pain in my torn-up knee, and pain in my plantar fasciitis-ridden feet. As if that wasn’t enough, there was the fatigue. Imagine wearing a hundred and ten-pound backpack all day long, every day, for every…

Every once in awhile when I have the urge to write but am not sure where to start, I’ll find a writing prompt. I looked for some today, and this one’s simple, declarative statement caught my attention:  “These were the good times.” Yesterday our church staff was meditating on the first chapter of the book…

I’m a substitute teacher in the public school system, a fact that people who know me well find hilariously ironic because I don’t like kids all that much. Or at all. I sort of fell into the job three months or three years ago, depending on whether you’re talking about how long it’s been or how…