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36 months: Stink in my butt!

Dear Little Ring, How is my baby already three? How are you already walking, talking, loving, listening, joking, imagining, creating, mischieving, tuning your mama out, running, playing, learning, laughing, being…

The Itch Came Back

There is a reason, scratch that, there are many reasons why I hate pools. But today, we will talk about one in particular: The fungus. Prior to last week, it…

The Pickle Ruins

Suck in, squeeze, breathe. Suck in, squeeze, breathe. The warm wind washing my face, freedom. The light tapping of my shoes as they hit the pavement, freedom. My thoughts, not…

And Then There Were Two

For nearly 28 years, Dear Diabetes has been all about me. My actions, my health, my mentality, my words – all me. It’s been lonely at times, I’m not going to…

The Road to Redemption

Another half marathon has come and gone; my feet and leg muscles no longer ache with every movement I make and my insides are once again hydrated… well, as hydrated…

Redemption Song

This was not my best race, it was not a pretty race, I did not push my pace, I did not pull off a personal best, I did not have…

The art of falling

It’s taken a few years, and a few practice tumbles, and a whole lot of curses, but it seems I have finally mastered the art of falling. Believe me, that’s…

Retching and running

Be prepared. That is one of the number one things on the ultimate running to-do list. Don’t forget this, don’t forget that, make sure to pack this, remember to wash…

A farm farewell

I traveled the woods there. I got stuck in the towering trees there. I played make belief for hours on the arcs over stretching the ravines there. I feared the…