aging

January 7, 2017
Fifteen and Forever

Besides when I roll out of bed in the morning and stretch my aching back, I mostly feel like a twenty-two-year-old. I am surprised when I catch a glimpse of my face in the mirror and see creases around my eyes and cheeks. Wasn't it just yesterday that Tim picked the seat next to mine in Algebra? I still […]

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October 1, 2016
1st visit to sephora

I went to Sephora for the first time today. Tim and the kids waited outside in the car with the air-conditioning running - and I ran in to try to get "color-matched" for a tinted moisturizer. At thirty-four years old, I still don't wear any make-up besides my signature red lipstick. In part, I've just never wanted […]

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November 22, 2014
memories of my grandma

My grandpa and grandma met on Coronado Island. As the story goes, he was a handsome navy seal, she was vacationing with her overbearing grandmother. A mere 19-years-old, she was a beauty with her bobbed brown hair, flawless skin, and painted lips. He was entranced and she was longing for freedom. The year was 1946 and […]

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October 30, 2014
When I Am Old

"When you are 99, you're still going to be running," my 8-year-old says to me out-of-the-blue before I head out for a 5 o'clock run. I nod my head, ponytail bobbing and eyes twinkling, yes. "If you get old and can't read anymore, I am going to come to your house and read you stories." […]

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December 29, 2013
When I die, I think I'll go to med school

"Do you think we will be able to have more children in heaven?" I ask Tim one afternoon. The idea of a house full of rosy cheeks and dimpled fingers appeals to me, kids running in all directions. Gifts from above. But I hesitate. If we have another child here, I'll have to surrender a […]

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September 24, 2013
this side of heaven

One year ago today, he was taking his last breath. I still remember standing in the kitchen, baby on my hip, pounding my closed fist on the brown countertops. Weeping out the only word that made sense, "Nooooo." Tim was leaving the hospital, screaming into the steering wheel after the sheet had been drawn over […]

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