Tuesday, June 21, 2011


Freedom is…
Racing around the wooden rink floor as fast as my skates will take me
Spinning in circles until I’m dizzy
No hands, coasting downhill, the wind in my hair
Popsicle juice dripping down my chin
Sliding along the slip and slide because the kids dared me to
Finding shapes in the clouds
Falling backwards in a field of dandelions
Letting go of old hurts
Knowing those hurts no longer have any power over me.

Things I Learned In Tennessee

Dad is not evil.
The world does not end if the kids get their clothes muddy.
Dylan REALLY loves splashing in mud puddles.
Connor REALLY does not.
Dad is not evil.
Five days sounds like enough time, but it flies by.
It's hard to say goodbye.
My brother is every bit as cool as I remembered.
His wife and I have a lot in common.
I wish we lived closer.
Dad is not evil.
Skating is more fun when the whole family gets together.
Five people in one hotel room is a little TOO much together-ness.
Mom lied.
I'm really glad we don't live near Starbucks. We'd go broke.
I really need to hang out with Marie and Lorin more often.
Forgiveness makes one hell of a Father's Day gift.
Dad is not evil.