Tag Archives: love
Daddy’s Girl
I can sum up my relationship with my dad with one story. A story that still brings me to tears when I think about it: May 1st, 2011 was the day of my first full marathon. It was also my … Continue reading
That Oklahoma Soul
One of my favorite Oklahoma stories takes place in Chicago: I visited Chicago a few times while I was in high school. One time, I was walking around in downtown Chicago, just absorbing the sights and loving life, when I … Continue reading
Borrowing Legs for 26.2 Miles
A question I’ve been asked several times is what exactly a person thinks about for 26.2 miles. Music is great and all, but it cannot possibly be enough to occupy your mind for that long. For my first marathon, I … Continue reading
“Look for the Rainbow”
Today I’m going to share something with you that is very special and empowering to me. Recently, a close childhood friend of my mom’s shared my pain and wrote a beautiful poem about finding the hope in pain and sorrow … Continue reading
Happy Birthday, Mom
Today is a very special day. Why? Because today is my mom’s birthday. Let me tell you a bit about my mom: This is the woman who dedicated her life to making me feel less lonely. Last year, when my … Continue reading
Tat-two Year Anniversary
I never saw myself as the kind of person who would get a tattoo–in fact, I saw myself as the person who would never get a tattoo. I hadn’t even considered it until a certain phrase crept into my head. … Continue reading
A Stranger Can Change Your Life
You never know how a random trip to the gym can affect you. I’m going to share the story of a stranger who unknowingly shed so much light upon me. Her blind faith in me has changed my life. When … Continue reading
Expectations of Getting Older vs. Reality
Every year, around the time of my birthday, I like to spend time reflecting on where I am in my life at the moment. I compare it to where I had imagined I’d be and try to gain some perspective … Continue reading
Sick People are Gross
Warning: Some of this post is gross. When I was younger, I was legitimately afraid of people with orthopedic casts. I was convinced that they were going to use the plaster on their arms to hurt me, so I just … Continue reading