I’ve just returned from my first ever – Gulp! – ski trip. Experienced skiers – prepare to chuckle. I was nervous yet excited for the trip. I was looking forward to time in the mountains (always a favorite of mine) and some quality time with my man. The nerves? Those were because I knew thatContinue reading “I’ve Fallen – But I Can Get Up!”
Tag Archives: Breathing
Home on the Range
I grew up in Texas. The trucks in my high school’s parking lot were adorned with gun racks. Animal control had to be called to our neighborhood to capture baby wild boars that our neighbor had housed in his garage when he accidentally shot their mother. It turns out that wooden doors are no matchContinue reading “Home on the Range”
Learning to Breathe
I’ve never been very good at breathing. My childhood was spent with perpetual croup, the seal-barking cough echoing through the house at all hours. Eventually, I was diagnosed with asthma, my lungs plied with drugs that were supposed to encourage them to relax. Regardless of the dosages and names of the medications, I always failedContinue reading “Learning to Breathe”
Learning to Breathe
I’ve never been very good at breathing. My childhood was spent with perpetual croup, the seal-barking cough echoing through the house at all hours. Eventually, I was diagnosed with asthma, my lungs plied with drugs that were supposed to encourage them to relax. Regardless of the dosages and names of the medications, I always failedContinue reading “Learning to Breathe”