Scarred

Scarred

  It’s amazing how in four weeks, the eight-inch incision on my abdomen has gone from gaping and oozing to healing and growing. The swollen, scabby wound is now a soft purple scar winding neatly down from my belly button. When I look at it, I am perplexed that...
Wildernesses I Have Known

Wildernesses I Have Known

Yesterday, as I was running on the treadmill at the gym, the reality of my multitasking fast hit me with new urgency. How was I going to run three miles without the distraction of my iPod or at least reading the closed captioning on the hanging television sets? I...