What Do You Really Own?
PUMPING IRONY: A Pretender at Parkour
Mr. Parkour and I paid a visit last night to Gleason's Gym, a sprawling gymnastics center artfully hidden in a suburban industrial park just south of the city. This was not my idea, but I tagged along with my housemate/former child out of…
PUMPING IRONY: A Step Behind
The other night, I was standing in the kitchen minding my own business when my son, whom I now refer to as Mr. Parkour, walked in to inquire about something or other, and while awaiting my response grabbed the molding above the…
COMING CLEAN: Bogged Down
Since my first blog entry, I've been a bit overwhelmed. The trouble is, however, I didn't really notice until my esthetician asked me today when I saw her for a facial. I think I've become so good at being busy…
So Long, Dear Habit
COMING CLEAN: Change Agent
I'm a mess. It's January 30th, and I'm standing on frozen White Bear Lake with my husband, Kyle, and his friends, who are about to jump into the frigid water for the Special Olympics' Polar Plunge. But I can't jump…