Three. More. Weeks. I had made up my mind before going into the foot doctor Monday morning that I was going to, after two months, finally run. I had my shoes ready to go in my post work gym bag. No more wearing plastic sacks over my boot while walking through cow poop to take… Continue reading Three. More. Weeks.
No turkey tablecloths. No football. No pouring over the Black Friday ads. And, most importantly, no glitter pumpkin decor. This was when Thanksgiving was weird. On October 3, 1863 the nation was knee-deep in blood. President Abraham Lincoln released what came to be known as the beginning of an annual tradition of presidential Thanksgiving proclamations.… Continue reading When Thanksgiving Was Weird
There’s an overflowing box of wigs and random costume pieces in my parents’ basement. You’d think it would be from my brother and I’s elementary school days–but mostly it’s not. I really like costumes and so does my family. I don’t know how many times I’ve gone to a movie premier in loosely based character… Continue reading Individuality
Last Sunday I forced myself to chug down bitter coffee in an effort not to cry. The message Sunday morning really got to me. I’ve been meaning to write about it all this week. It struck a truth that’s ignored day after day, and made me a little emotional—or maybe a lot emotional. I was… Continue reading We NEED People
I woke up this a.m. with typical Monday morning angst. I didn’t have the opportunity to catch up on my sleep during the weekend (typical), I might have not showered the night before (oppsie) and I just had no desire to wear any clothing in my closet (fashion crisis). I stared in my bedroom mirror… Continue reading Fashion and Faith
Rachel Batdorff 