Everyone wants some easy cardio, right? I’m guessing, if you do it fast enough and with enough enthusiasm, clicking those little “like” buttons on Facebook pages definitely counts as cardio. Probably. Maybe. Well, it might, so I figure it’s worth a try.
Here’s a list of Facebook Pages from some of the writers headed to the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop this April to test my theory out on.
Every two years something magical happens in Dayton, Ohio.
Well, magical things might happen a lot more frequently than that in Dayton. For all I know, one of those cool new buildings downtown might be the home of a modern day Hogwarts. But, there’s one magical thing I witness there every two years.
It’s the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop. It’s a writers’
I forgot to bring my brain to breakfast. I was meeting up with my friend, Ava. We’ve been friends for years, and, as always, we talked so much we forgot to look at the menus. The poor waiter had to come back three times before we both decided to get the same thing we get every time we meet there.
We laughed and talked through our meal, and all the way out to our cars,
I weigh myself every morning. It’s part of my morning prayer time. Actually, it usually triggers the start of my morning prayer time. Nothing reminds me to ask for divine intervention quite as consistently as facing that cold, unrelenting, killer-of-self-esteem that is my bathroom scale.
So, yesterday, when I walked into my new neurologist’s office for the first time, the morning’s gravity check number was well cemented in my head.
I never realize what a total control freak I am more than when I’ve pitched a fit about my family’s lack of appreciation for my total martyrdom of a life and insisted they help right this very instant.
Comes back to bite me on the rear every time.
Yesterday, I lost it and talked to my family (some people might say “hollered loudly”) about them taking me for granted and losing my shoes (which,
For most of us, this is a joy-filled time of year.
And, for nearly all of us, it’s also a stressful time of year.
But, for many, it’s a time of year that blackens an already dark world. People who suffer from depression, anxiety, and other mental illnesses, and their loved ones, often find holiday times to be particularly difficult and bleak.
I hope you’ll make a special effort to consider the health of everyone around you this time of year,
Is there a gnawing sense of dread springing up from deep within you? Do you have a feeling you might not be ready for Christmas? Did you try lying down to see if the feeling would pass? Are you wondering if it’s time for you to panic? Here’s how to know for sure: