I think I was twelve the first time someone turned to me with hands on their hips, frustrated, ready to rip out their hair and shouted, “Wendi! You know what your problem is??? YOU THINK TOO MUCH!!!” Oh, OK, then…I’ll just…stop…??? But what if…???? The world is an amazing place. Under every leaf and rock is a whole new world… Read More
There is an immense crater, the size of a small lake. Where water once flowed from a nourishing stream into the crystal clear waters of this lake, now the stream is a barren river bed. Dust drifts away at the slightest breeze, deepening the crevice, cracking the ground. Where the lake used to be, the underwater plants have shriveled from the sun’s glare, lying flat against the hard, hot surface of the crater. It smells like death.
I used to be a runner. Not much of a runner, but a runner, just the same. Due to a bad back and asthma, I was a plodder, happily keeping pace with the other five and six-hour runners as we crossed the marathon finish line with red faces and exhausted bodies, despite the warnings from well-intentioned friends who thought my back would… Read More