Running Chatter

I threw a tantrum. There.  I said it.  I did it.  I threw an all out tantrum.  An angry, frustrated, fist clenched, ears steaming tantrum. To my credit, I didn’t lay down on the floor with my hands and feet flailing up and down, while screaming at the top of my lungs.  (I do have […]

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“I think it might be time to hang up Running Chatter “, I said to Chad early last week. Why would you do that? he asked. I had a million excuses.  I don’t blog as much as I used to, I told him.  Life is too busy.  I’m not sure it matters. I’m lost. Don’t give it […]

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I remember walking through campus during our senior year of college.  We hadn’t been dating very long but we knew–we knew this thing between us would be forever. I’m not sure who posed the question.  Maybe it was him?  It could have been me.  Either way, it doesn’t matter. Do you want to have kids? […]

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I used to think there was a right way. A right way to learn.  A right way to grow.  A right way to study.  A right way to write.  A right way to look.  A right way to think.  A right way to run.  A right way to express.  A right way to counsel.  A […]

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The other night Chad and I were sitting among the chaos that is our home while having attempting to have a conversation.  For a moment, I paused and listened to the sounds around us.  There were loud roars (I’m not joking, like lion sounds) coming from upstairs followed by blood-curdling screams that, in any other […]

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