M&Ms and Me

I miss the days when I could eat peanut M&Ms for breakfast.  I miss the days when a donut was considered a good breakfast, more nutritious than M&Ms.  And a bowl of Apple Jack’s was just fine before heading off to school.  Back in the teen years, I could eat...

Cool, For A Mom.

Cool is in the eye of the beholder.  Some things are practically unanimous, like James Dean, California and lattes.  I know, as a grown-up, I am supposed to do what makes me happy, cool or not.  It doesn’t matter what others think.  Somehow, I can’t keep the logic in...

5 Ways to Practice Torture. A guide to knee surgery.

As mentioned in my previous post, A shoezle on My Knee, I surrendered myself to knee surgery in the name of fitness and fashion.  I want to run and play anything I want and wear anything I want.  It comes at a price, the House of Pain. Ten days leading up to the...

A shoezle on My Knee

Back in 2006, I was finishing a morning run when my left knee felt like it wanted to leave me, immediately.  Disengage so to speak.  The skin prevented an escape and held the angry guy inside.  I needed to settle this urge to secede and sought out a medical...

Two Minutes of Fame

Dear shoezle fans, Great news!  All your kind words and encouragement have spurred me to move outside the shoezle world.  My personal goal for 2013 was to publish an essay somewhere.   That means I send work to people I don’t know, get them to try it and hope they...