She who wakes up and decides to do a thing is a fool.

She who wakes up and thinks on a plan--despite what moon, star, and fairy godmother warn--might live in the warmth of her future.

She sees the end of her rope and knows strong arms await. She trains to make the crossing knowing nothing is certain but thrives on the training, the hours, the discipline, the great peace that comes from attaining. 

They’ve prepared a rope for her, ‘tween two towers, and the world watches,…

Snowy morning brought on a two-hour school delay, so my son, sick of watching Nickelodeon, started channel surfing and came across the Insanity Workout---oh joy.

Though he might have two hours of bliss before school mother gets no such luxury, so while I made myself a reasonable facsimile of a woman ready to face the day, Jack stared transfixed at the infomercial.

"LOOK how RIPPED his ABS are!"

"Jack...Jack... JACK!" Huh? "That's for people who…

Is there a way to write a side-splitting, asthma-attack inducing, Kleenex-grabbing moment that you probably had to be there to see but wish the whole world could have their panties in a knot, gasping for breath, and never wanting to forget this Saturday Night Live moment that happened in their very own home?

Probably not. Well, maybe if you're a high-grade script writer or somesuch, but all I got is me and my wheezy, teary, side-split side grateful for a moment that I nevah…