I love words. I love words so much they chase me. I love words more than I love most human beings. They rattle around in my mind until I put them on paper like orphans I give a home. The word "endure" recently struck me. A friend used it in a conversation we were having and I had to write it in sharpie on my wrist. That word whispered to me at night and demanded consideration during the day. Endure. Endure. Endure. Then it struck me...endure is such a warrior word. We have al

As we grow through life we play characters, try on identities. We look in the mirror and say, "yes I think I could see myself in that life with the wardrobe and dialogue that goes with it..." but somehow it is not entirely authentic for us... for one simple reason...it is not the person we came here to authentically be. I recently told my dear friend, Anna, that after returning from WM32 life changed in enormous ways. Some truly for the better because of conscious decisions I

The Saturday before Mother's Day I was feeling sad. The girls take these holidays very seriously without an adult to help them but I see their worry. It is a lot to be alone. We never discount the moral support of the greatest group of friends and all you Warriors but within our home there remains a void. This void feels less cavernous now and does not gut us with the intensity it once did but on special days it seems to knock on the door with greater strength. Indy was stil

I feel like stopping my blog at that statement. It stands alone. It says everything I wish to say. As Warriors we gain wisdom but we do not age the way others do. We do not crumble, deteriorate or give up. We guard our youthful spirit all the while growing our maturity of thinking and mind. We keep our bodies young, accepting time might shift certain parts but we can choose always to fight and gorilla press gravity. Getting back to the gym after Warrior passed was daunting at