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Wall balls, Wusses, and Winning

If I’ve been choosing comfort over growth and development at the Crossfit box, chances are I’m doing the same thing elsewhere in my life. I imagine we all do that from time to time in realms that invite us to challenge ourselves.

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Cussing in the South: What Outsiders Need to Know

I have a bit of a potty mouth. I swear. Where I live, it’s called cussing. I found out the hard way that the cultural codes of cussing are written in stone, or might as well be. Unfortunately, no one thinks to tell a “foreigner” the rules of cussing when they move to the South. They let us figure it out on our own. I suspect watching us stumble around trying to learn the rulesof the game is considered sport. Understand that Magnolia, AR is on the buckle of the bible belt. Whereas maybe just a few students in a

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Why Did the Canadian Move to Magnolia, AR?

“How did a Canadian end up moving to Magnolia, Arkansas?” I am asked that question at least a couple of times a week even though I have been here 15 years. I’m often amused by people’s reactions when they find out I’m Canadian. For example, there was the time an acquaintance introduced me to her elderly mother: “Mama, this is Linda. She’s from Canada.” Mama’s eyes grew very wide and she exclaimed, “Oh my! A real, live foreigner!” On another occasion, a friend introduced me to someone she knew. “This is Linda. She’s Canadian.” That information generated a squeal followed

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Why Being Organized Counts As Self-Care

I have always found being organized and decluttering forms of self-care. This is not true for everyone. I remember vividly the day I discovered that some people do not fold their underwear before putting them away. I was in the second grade. I was enjoying a play date at Colleen’s house. We were happily engaged in some activity or other in her bedroom, when I noticed the open dresser drawer. To my horror, it was overflowing with what seemed like hundreds of pairs of “panties.” (At my house we just called them underwear.) Colleen’s “panties” were thrown pell-mell into the

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Can’t Move On After a Trauma? Then Step to the Side!

Several years ago a very traumatic event dropped me to my knees. didn’t think I’d ever be able to move forward. “I just don’t know how to go forward,” I said to my good friend Erica. (Yes, the same Erica from my last blog post about not settling for a life you don’t love!) “I just don’t know how to move on” I explained. “So don’t” she replied. “Just step to the side.” Step to the side? Really? That wasn’t an option I’d even considered. No one “steps to the side” in a crisis. Isn’t that against the rules? You

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Don’t Settle for a Life You Don’t Love

I love dogs because everything they feel, they reveal. When they are happy, they show us their unmitigated joy with the most beautiful, exuberant expressions of mind and body. People, in contrast, are often hesitant to seek joy for themselves and celebrate joyous moments when they are lucky enough to find them. Why is this? Is it because in today’s fast-paced world joy is seen as frivolous? Extra? Unnecessary? Is a joyful person seen as one who isn’t taking life seriously? Are joy and success perceived as mutually exclusive? I teach a course called Advanced Professional Writing. Most of my

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