5 Things Worse Than Fat
We've convoluted the word fat from something that describes a body type to something that describes someone's worth. And I can't stand it.
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If your legs are working today then run
Dear Evan and Lulu, Someday you are going to wake up and part of your body will fail you. When it happens you will think of nothing else but what you cannot do. I currently can’t run. Even though I had a tumultuous relationship with running, I dream about it every night. My muscles twitch, my joints ache, and I
Read moreSo much more than pretty
“I hope I’m pretty when I grow up,” you tell me, with wide fawn eyes and a nervous smile. You say it earnestly seeking out the future and not just fishing for compliments. “Why is it important to you?” I ask, trying to steady my voice and keep it void of emotion. “Because pretty matters,” you tell me confidently,
Read moreIt could be worse
Dear Evan and Lulu, I say this to you a lot. It could be worse. When Robie chews all your stuffed animals I tell you “It could be worse” because I know that I’ve already thrown away 250 mangled dolls, books, bubbles, puzzles, markers, and much more of your belongings that became carnage of Robie’s wrath. It could be
Read moreWanting to be needed
Dear Lulu, I can’t sleep between the beep of your heart monitor and the nurse that comes in every few minutes to check your vitals. So instead I sit here and watch your chest fall, thanking all things holy each time it rises again. Watching you like this reminds me of being with you in the hospital right after you were
Read moreWhat was I thinking?
Dear Evan and Lulu, This week you both had your tonsils out. The hospital had figured out a system so the two of you never had to be without a parent except for the 20 minutes you were actually in surgery. You checked in together. You put on your gowns together. Your dad walked one into the surgery
Read moreThe biggest catch of all
Dear Evan and Lulu, I’ve felt extremely scrutinized this last week. I’m reminded that it is often times easier to keep your mouth shut, and say nothing at all. When I was nine years old I was an expert at saying nothing. I was embarrassed by my stained teeth so I spent most of my time brainstorming ways to never have
Read moreI’m full
Dear Evan and Lulu, I remember the exact moment when I found out that my mom and dad used to be people before they were parents. I was sitting on the cold cement of our laundry room looking through dusty photo albums of what appeared to be lookalikes for my parents. There were the same familiar faces I saw everyday.
Read moreSometimes you’re wrong
Lulu, Sometimes you think I won’t notice that you are attempting to wear high heel dress up shoes inside your snow boots. You are wrong. Just like you are wrong about rain being the tears of fairies and the saying “stick a noodle through your eye.” Sometimes I let you go ahead and be wrong because it is too adorable
Read moreI’m a competitor
Dear Evan and Lulu, Two weeks ago I was uncharacteristically watching football when I saw a post-game interview with a jacked up, dread-locked, mouthy fellow by the name of Richard Sherman. Sherman caught my attention (and the attention of most the nation) because he was loud, proud, and ruthless. He played a vital role in winning the game to send
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Chop Wood, Carry Water 