Author: Crinean
The Danger In “They”
I find when I catch myself using the word “they”, or worse yet, “everyone” I have slipped into a dangerous spot. Slid down the slope into self pity. Gotten turned around on the moor of self-delusion. This is victim verbiage. Language used to isolate myself in the deception that no one else has pain as
Continue Reading...The Score Beneath The Noise
There is a composition by Thomas Newman called Any Other Name and when it comes on I have the instant reflex to skip it. Not because it is unpleasant, but because it is so beautiful. It pushes on an ache in my soul that is always there, but most days drowned out by louder sounds
Continue Reading...Nostalgia Without Emotional Pruning.
It has been 3 years since I posted. So, I think that makes me an official failed blogger. But I am back, and they say how you finish is more important than how you start. I have many excuses for why I stopped blogging, I will spare you the details but I can summarize by
Continue Reading...I Miss My Inflatable Chair…
The further into adulthood I venture (I am now, ever so slightly, closer to 40 than 20) the more often I experience painful moments of nostalgia. Often these episodes hit in the midst of a crazy week when waking and crashing back in bed hemorrhage together and I have no sense of my life outside
Continue Reading...Even Rascal Flatts Has Mice…
We have a mouse problem. We found a baby mouse in the guest bedroom. Alex painstakingly worked to trap it and then it was driven to another neighborhood where it was humanely released. The dogs found a mouse too, and well, let’s just say they didn’t volunteer to deliver it safely to the great outdoors.
Continue Reading...The Elusive Quest For “Normal”
When I was a kid I made a promise to myself that when I grew up I would have a “normal” life. I defined normal as a life with a happy marriage, a career I liked, and eventually kids (healthy ones, obviously). We would do family trips, have hectic schedules, and a few unavoidable setbacks
Continue Reading...How NOT To Jump Off A High Dive…
You know what’s really hard to do when you are a Type A personality? Not be a Type A personality. As I mentioned in my last post I am on a journey of letting go of some perfectionist leanings. It is feeling more like having my fingers pried one by one off the edge of
Continue Reading...Mining Gold & Polishing Silver
A very long time ago I was a Girl Scout, technically a Brownie. I wasn’t very good at it. I felt anxious selling the cookies and I wasn’t interested in camping. But I took two important lessons away from my brief period wearing that ugly vest with primary colored badges: 1. Leave a place better
Continue Reading...Confessions Of A Cortisone Junkie
If this blog were a houseplant, it would have joined the ranks of many, many shriveled flora formerly in my charge now enjoying the afterlife in what I can only hope includes maintained pots with just the right watering and sun exposure. Thankfully, this blog is like a cactus (although some of those have also
Continue Reading...The Itsy Bitsy Spider
At our local zoo there is an indoor exhibit called the Unseen New World where you can see sapphire blue poison arrow frogs, velvety bats, iguanas, armored turtles and other jewel-like creatures in pristine habitats. On our way in the exhibit during our latest trip I overheard a mother expressing ambivalence to her friend that
Continue Reading...Leaving Spectre
We traveled back to Fredonia. My great aunt passed away so we returned to my family’s town to pay our respects. It is a trip that will stay with me forever. Her service had good attendance, but there were still many seats empty at the funeral home, for it is a small community, growing smaller
Continue Reading...Breaking Out of the Biodome
I am going to start this post with a disclaimer. I am touching on a sensitive issue, and while I will express my opinion, it is only that. An opinion. I am absolutely not claiming that it is accurate or fair. In fact, I suspect it is neither. Honestly, I am still really in the
Continue Reading...Typos: a.k.a. “The Log In My Own Eye”
I hate typos. And yet, if you are a regular to my blog you probably think I love them. They appear everywhere. Sometimes I write “payer” for “prayer” or a really embarrassing one was when I suggested we pull back on the “reigns.” Yeah, that one was bad. I write a post and then I re-read
Continue Reading...Somersaults To Distract From Drowning
I was at dinner a few nights ago with a dear friend who is a nurse. Just off her shift, she was still wearing her scrubs. We were having a delightful time getting caught up. There are few things more precious than a childhood friendship that has weathered the ever-changing ebbs and flows of life.
Continue Reading...Parenting Reality Check 101: No Sick Days
When my husband and I got engaged and started premarital counseling we were told that nothing shows you how selfish you are like marriage. We will soon celebrate our 8th anniversary, and honestly, I have not found that to be true because I married a very selfless man with a servant’s heart. Since, for the
Continue Reading...An Afternoon In Art
How has week 2 of blogging gone? Not great. I have been in a creative ditch. I debated topics but nothing seemed worth the time (mine or yours). The more effort I put into coming up with something fresh, the staler the ideas became. After several unsuccessful post attempts, I spent my time watching a
Continue Reading...The Wall Had It Coming: Spiritual lessons from an ice storm
Nashville is under a sheet of ice. I have not left the house in… actually, I’ve lost count… a long time. Okay, it isn’t that bad (yet). There have actually been a few exciting and even comical moments. Severely cutting my finger on a can and having to Gorilla Glue it back together falls in
Continue Reading...Let’s Get Philosophical, Philosophical…
Ah, the ultimate question. And after doing a quick internet search for my name, I found an answer: According to profileengine.com, I am a person of “no measurable influence.” What I found amusing about this discovery is a.) how happy I look sitting there next to a pronouncement of my irrelevance and b.) the option Profile
Continue Reading...“Blessed”
On a sunny afternoon last week, on a run through a beautiful neighborhood, I noticed a shimmering Cadillac with a vanity plate that said “Blessed.” Now, as a disclaimer, I have absolutely no idea what the thinking or personal meaning of this plate is for the owner. But for illustration purposes, I thought it
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