For Now

"I think we should go for it, Mom." My fourteen-year-old son, Brett, stopped to survey the rugged mountain terrain around him, looked up at the golden sun drenched sky, then back at me. Less than an hour till dark. "Yeah. It can't be too far..." I offered in return. carefully finding my footing in old UGG boots and overalls.

Under Canyon Stars

"A perfect marriage is nothing other than two imperfect people who refuse to give up on each other." -unknown Simply breathtaking. There was no other way to describe it. I paused for a moment to be still and soak up the scene in front of me. The sun was slowly creeping over the Grand Canyon, …

My 5 Most Epic Ultra Fails

I have to be honest with you. I'm sick of social media right now. The whole presentation of "this is my perfectly curated life, and my perfectly executed run" just gets old after awhile. It's not real, guys! It's just not. Most people have a LOT of hard stuff going on in their lives, and …

Until Then…

Fear has never controlled me. In fact, facing and conquering it has always been quite the driving force in my life. Over the course of the last 30 years, this infatuation with fear and its ensuing adrenaline has taken many forms: diving into pools before I could swim, jumping off buildings without any kind of …

Fate and the Missing Half

For the last 8 weeks or so, I've been training to run a half marathon. I know what you're thinking, if someone can run 100 miles, why would they need to prepare for 13.1? Trust me, they are NOT one and the same.  Lord have mercy. Ultras I can typically survive with some redbull and …

Mayhem with Molly

I know that most of you want to bury 2016, and I'll admit, it was kind of majorly terrible for me too, but one nice little chunk of happiness did develop in my life last year. Her name is Molly. Let me tell ya' 'bout Molly. You know that super fast friend that is always …

Stuck in a Pit

This is Part 1, of a two post series about my latest adventure- the S.M.A.W. Please note that while I was in a bit of a funk last year when this was written, I'm in a much happier place! Thanks for reading, and I hope you'll stick around for the entire story. From the outside looking …

God, Me, and Dirt

I am a Christian woman. Born and raised deep in the South, I may not be exactly who you are picturing. I own no pearl necklaces or pastel pant suits. I have never attended a potluck dinner. I haven't set foot in a Sunday School room since I was 12, and the word "revival" still …

The Pistol Vendetta

It was cold in Alcoa, Tennessee that January day. Really cold for a Georgia girl; fourteen degrees to be exact. I was bundled up tightly in my heavy WeatherEdge jacket, old thermal gloves, and layers of sweats, but nothing could ease the bite of the windchill. I pulled my jacket up a little higher over …