Author: Kim

  • What I’m Reading

    January 2025


    1. Not Nothing

    Author: Gayle Forman

    Length: 304 pages

    Published: April 2025

    Genre: fiction

    ​Audience: middle grade


    SUMMARY:

    To say Alex has had it rough is an understatement. His father’s gone, his mother is struggling with mental health issues, and he’s now living with an aunt and uncle who are less than excited to have him. Almost everyone treats him as though he doesn’t matter at all, like he’s nothing. So when a kid at school actually tells him he’s nothing, Alex snaps, and gets violent. Fortunately, his social worker pulls some strings and gets him a job at a nursing home for the summer rather than being sent to juvie. There, he meets Josey, the 107-year-old Holocaust survivor who stopped bothering to talk years ago, and Maya-Jade, the granddaughter of one of the residents with an overblown sense of importance. Unlike Alex, Maya-Jade believes that people care about what she thinks, and that she can make a difference. And when Alex and Josey form an unlikely bond, with Josey confiding in him, Alex starts to believe he can make a difference—a good difference—in the world. If he can truly feel he matters, Alex may be able to finally rise to the occasion of his own life.


    MY REVIEW:

    This book first came to my attention when I met the author during a roundtable discussion at the NCTE (National Council for the Teachers of English) Conference in November. As I have mentioned before, I’m a sucker for a middle grade novel, and the concept of this plot was enough to hook me. I bought a copy and took it with me on vacation; however, my other book to me longer to finish than I anticipated, and so I ended up taking it back home to read first thing in January.

    Overall it was a lovely book. The plot was enough to keep me motivated to read it, and I found myself cheering for the main character. Upon finishing, I had to reflect that it did not change my life in any way (as some other important middle grade reads have done), but I did appreciate how it could offer students a soft exposure to the Holocaust through a survivor telling his story.


    2. Finlay Donovan is Killing It

    Author: Elle Cosimano

    Length: 384 pages

    Published: January 2022

    Genre: fiction

    Audience: adult


    SUMMARY:

    Finlay Donovan is killing it . . . except, she’s really not. She’s a stressed-out single-mom of two and struggling novelist, Finlay’s life is in chaos: the new book she promised her literary agent isn’t written, her ex-husband fired the nanny without telling her, and this morning she had to send her four-year-old to school with hair duct-taped to her head after an incident with scissors.

    When Finlay is overheard discussing the plot of her new suspense novel with her agent over lunch, she’s mistaken for a contract killer, and inadvertently accepts an offer to dispose of a problem husband in order to make ends meet . . . Soon, Finlay discovers that crime in real life is a lot more difficult than its fictional counterpart, as she becomes tangled in a real-life murder investigation.


    MY REVIEW:

    In one of my appointments with a medical professional, we began discussing books (I try to bring a book with me to all my appointments to avoid being on my phone. Sitting in waiting rooms, I realize what a rarity this is anymore. Everyone in waiting rooms is on their phones). I recommended a few to her, and she suggested this one for me. She was very clear to explain it was more of a “beach read” in terms of lightness. But in the cold, dreary, dark days of January, I find I am not in a place for a deep, difficult read, so I picked up Finlay at the library.

    This was a quick, joyful read for me–exactly what I needed in January. I immediately recommended it to a handful of people who are similar readers to me. To me, this book is just a solid read. I found myself picking it up when I had five minutes to spare. I learned that it’s the first book in a series; while I’m not sure if I’ll read the entire series, she left book #1 with enough of a hook to catch me for book #2.

    This book is an easy recommendation for me. Pick it up and I promise you won’t want to put it down.


    3. We Can Do Hard Things

    Author: Glennon Doyle

    Length: 512 pages

    Publication: May 2025

    Genre: nonfiction

    Audience: young adult/adult


    SUMMARY:

    Every day, Glennon Doyle spirals around the same questions: Why am I like this? How do I figure out what I want? How do I know what to do? Why can’t I be happy? Am I doing this right? The harder life gets, the less likely she is to remember the answers she’s spent her life learning. She wonders: I’m almost fifty years old. I’ve overcome a hell of a lot. Why do I wake up every day having forgotten everything I know?

    Glennon’s compasses are her sister, Amanda, and her wife, Abby. Recently, in the span of a single year, Glennon was diagnosed with anorexia, Amanda was diagnosed with breast cancer, and Abby’s beloved brother died. For the first time, they were all lost at the same time. So they turned toward the only thing that’s ever helped them find their way: deep, honest conversations with other brave, kind, wise people. They asked each other, their dearest friends, and 118 of the world’s most brilliant wayfinders: As you’ve traveled these roads—marriage, parenting, work, recovery, heartbreak, aging, new beginnings—have you collected any wisdom that might help us find our way?

    As Glennon, Abby, and Amanda wrote down every life-saving answer, they discovered two things: 1. No matter what road we are walking down, someone else has traveled the same terrain. 2. The wisdom of our fellow travelers will light our way. They put all of that wisdom in one place: We Can Do Hard Things—a place to turn when you feel clueless and alone, when you need clarity in the chaos, or when you want wise company on the path of life. We are all life travelers. We don’t have to travel alone. We Can Do Hard Things is our guidebook.


    MY REVIEW:

    As I now find myself commuting two days each week, I decided to add an audiobook to my reading repertoire. I have friends (superhumans, actually) who can juggle multiple books at the same time. This has never been me. So I decided to continue reading fiction in the physical form and listening to a nonfiction book.

    I had heard good things about Untamed by Glennon Doyle, and this other (newer) book was available immediately through audiobook checkout at my library, so I decided to give it a whirl.

    I appreciated the fact that this book was not based upon a heavy, difficult, intellectual subject. I’m not sure my brain wanted to tackle anything like that in January. Each time I listened to it, it felt like a mini-therapy session. It was like, “go you!” “love yourself!” “set those boundaries!” I felt encouraged and empowered. I cannot say that the book changed my life or even provided me with brand new information, but it was not a laborious task to listen to it or did it leave me feeling weighted or heavy after.

    I will note this: the book is full of words of wisdom from a host of people. In order to give credit to their thoughts, their name is read. It’s at the end of quotes and at the beginning of dialogue, and it can get very confusing. I did wonder how it would read as a book when the reader has visual cues for all of this.

    If you’re looking for an inspiring guidebook for your life, I would recommend it. If you’re looking for something to change your current path or offer you a brand new perspective on a topic, this one could take a backseat to others.


    4. Atmosphere

    Author: Taylor Jenkins Reid

    Length: 352 pages

    Publication: June 2025

    Genre: fiction

    Audience: adult (LGBTQ)


    SUMMARY:

    Joan Goodwin has been obsessed with the stars for as long as she can remember. Thoughtful and reserved, Joan is content with her life as a professor of physics and astronomy at Rice University and as aunt to her precocious niece, Frances. That is, until she comes across an advertisement seeking the first women scientists to join NASA’s space shuttle program. Suddenly, Joan burns to be one of the few people to go to space.

    Selected from a pool of thousands of applicants in the summer of 1980, Joan begins training at Houston’s Johnson Space Center, alongside an exceptional group of fellow candidates: Top Gun pilot Hank Redmond and scientist John Griffin, who are kind and easygoing even when the stakes are highest; mission specialist Lydia Danes, who has worked too hard to play nice; warmhearted Donna Fitzgerald, who is navigating her own secrets; and Vanessa Ford, the magnetic and mysterious aeronautical engineer, who can fix any engine and fly any plane.A

    s the new astronauts become unlikely friends and prepare for their first flights, Joan finds a passion and a love she never imagined. In this new light, Joan begins to question everything she thinks she knows about her place in the observable universe.

    Then, in December of 1984, on mission STS-LR9, it all changes in an instant.


    MY REVIEW:

    You know when a book appears too many times in your world to be ignored? This was my situation with Atmosphere. I don’t know when I first heard about it, but like many recommendations, it went onto “My Shelves” in my library app. And there it stayed.

    But it kept popping up. Pictures of it. Reviews. People I knew were talking about it. So I finally moved it to a hold request, and surprisingly it came into my possession a few days later.

    I have to confess I didn’t even recognize the author’s name. I was a huge fan of Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo when I read it a few years ago. And her other book, Daisy Jones and the Six, is also on my shelves list in my library app. I think that alone says something about Taylor Jenkins Reid as an author.

    I absolutely loved this read. I was captivated by the instant drama unfolding in the first few chapters; it was enough to make me want to read the chapters on the backstories. I thought her style of writing was brilliant, giving me the story first and then making me care about the characters in the story (which did remind me of Evelyn Hugo).

    The book carries a strong LGBTQ theme throughout the entire novel, so that might interest or sway some of you. But I thought it was brilliantly written; I am not much of a crier and I found tears flowing down my cheeks in the last pages. In short, this book is simply beautiful.


    5. The Trouble with Heroes

    Author: Kate Messner

    Length: 368 pages

    Publication: April 2025

    Genre: verse fiction

    Audience: middle grade


    SUMMARY:

    One summer.

    46 mountain peaks.

    A second chance to make things right.

    Finn Connelly is nothing like his dad, a star athlete and firefighter hero who always ran toward danger until he died two years ago. Finn’s about to fail seventh grade and has never made headlines . . . until now.

    Caught on camera vandalizing a cemetery, he’s in big trouble for kicking down some dead old lady’s headstone. But it turns out that grave belongs to a legendary local mountain climber, and her daughter makes Finn an unusual offer…climb all forty-six Adirondack High Peaks with her dead mother’s dog, and they can call it even.

    In a wild three months of misadventures, mountain mud, and unexpected mentors, Finn begins to find his way on the trails. At the top of each peak, he can see for miles and slowly begins to understand more about himself and his dad. But the mountains don’t care about any of that, and as the clock ticks down to September, they have more surprises in store. Finn’s final summit challenge may be more than even a hero can face.


    MY REVIEW:

    When a beloved and well-trusted ELA teacher recommends a book AND gives you a copy to read…well, I just cannot pass up the offer. And I’m so glad I didn’t. What a read!

    I have fallen in love with verse fiction. (I am so jealous of those who can write this genre and would love for the talent to write it myself, but that is another topic for a different newsletter). It’s so accessible, well-thought out, and honestly, a quicker read. In addition, I am absolutely LOVING what middle grade and young adult authors are doing in terms of including other pieces of text within their story: newspaper articles, recipes, etc. It’s simply creativity at its best.

    This middle grade fiction novel in verse hits the mark. The story is worthwhile, we grow to care deeply about the character, and the setting was informative. Informative, you ask? Messner sets her story in Lake Placid, New York where her character must climb all 46 Adirondack mountains. As a result, we as the reader must climb all 46 alongside him. For me, while I had been to Lake Placid on a family vacation and had fallen in love with this quaint yet historically important location in our nation’s history (research both the 1930 and 1980 winter Olympic games), I know very little about the Adirondack mountains other than what I had seen from a distance, but after reading this novel, I told my husband (confidently) that we must add “becoming a 46er” to our bucket list.

    Read this book. And when you’re done, bake one of the cookie recipes included and make place to become a 46er.

  • What I’m Reading

    December 2025


    1. The Great Believers

    Author: Rebecca Makkai

    Length:480 pages

    Publication: June 2019

    Genre: fiction

    Audience: adult (sex, LGBTQ)


    SUMMARY

    In 1985, Yale Tishman, the development director for an art gallery in Chicago, is about to pull off an amazing coup, bringing in an extraordinary collection of 1920s paintings as a gift to the gallery. Yet as his career begins to flourish, the carnage of the AIDS epidemic grows around him. One by one, his friends are dying and after his friend Nico’s funeral, the virus circles closer and closer to Yale himself. Soon the only person he has left is Fiona, Nico’s little sister.

    Thirty years later, Fiona is in Paris tracking down her estranged daughter who disappeared into a cult. While staying with an old friend, a famous photographer who documented the Chicago crisis, she finds herself finally grappling with the devastating ways AIDS affected her life and her relationship with her daughter. The two intertwining stories take us through the heartbreak of the eighties and the chaos of the modern world, as both Yale and Fiona struggle to find goodness in the midst of disaster.


    MY REVIEW:

    In my own life, I feel there are two types of important historical events: those I lived through, and those I understood through a secondary source, often book or movie. I wasn’t there when JFK was shot, but I know exactly where I was when 9/11 happened. I can only learn about the Vietnam protests or read heartbreaking novels about the Holocaust, but I do have a memory of watching the Challenger explode on a TV in my elementary classroom. While the AIDS epidemic was technically a part of my childhood, I have very little memory of it IRL (as kids these days would say). I know Magic Johnson shocked the world when he confessed he was HIV+, but no one I knew in my life or my community was directly impacted by it.

    Makkai writes a beautiful story of what it might have been like to live the life of a gay man in the 1980s. The fear, the stigmatism, the temporary relief of a negative test result, the inevitable death sentence of a positive test result. But it’s also a story of community as family, of the deep love of friendship. She throws in a side story about art and a “present day” tale set in Paris, which make the overall novel even lovelier.

    Makkai doesn’t shy away from describing the gay life, so that might disinterest some, but her retelling of this decade in American history feels like an important one that should be told.


    2. Vera Wong’s Guide to Snooping (on a Dead Man)

    Author: Jesse Q. Sutanto

    Length: 336 pages

    Publication: April 2025

    Genre: fiction

    Audience: adult (language, topic of human trafficking)


    SUMMARY

    Ever since a man was found dead in Vera’s teahouse, life has been good. For Vera that is. She’s surrounded by loved ones, her shop is bustling, and best of all, her son, Tilly, has a girlfriend! All thanks to Vera, because Tilly’s girlfriend is none other than Officer Selena Gray. The very same Officer Gray that she had harassed while investigating the teahouse murder. Still, Vera wishes more dead bodies would pop up in her shop, but one mustn’t be ungrateful, even if one is slightly…bored.

    Then Vera comes across a distressed young woman who is obviously in need of her kindly guidance. The young woman is looking for a missing friend. Fortunately, while cat-sitting at Tilly and Selena’s, Vera finds a treasure Selena’s briefcase. Inside is a file about the death of an enigmatic influencer—who also happens to be the friend that the young woman was looking for.

    Online, Xander had it a parade of private jets, fabulous parties with socialites, and a burgeoning career as a social media influencer. The only problem is, after his body is fished out of Mission Bay, the police can’t seem to actually identify him. Who is Xander Lin? Nobody knows. Every contact is a dead end. Everybody claims not to know him, not even his parents.

    Vera is determined to solve Xander’s murder. After all, doing so would surely be a big favor to Selena, and there is nothing she wouldn’t do for her future daughter-in-law.


    MY REVIEW

    After reading the original Vera Wong book back in March, I was quite excited to read more about the unique and loveable character that is Vera. She’s nosy, she cares deeply about others, and she’s an amazing cook.

    Unfortunately, the very characteristics I loved about her in the first book became wearisome in the second book. The basis of the plot of both books is the same: someone is dead and Vera takes it upon herself to find the murderer. It was cute and laughable in the first book, but it became overused and annoying in the second book. Vera’s son is dating a police officer who continually tells Vera to stop poking her nose into police business, and I as a reader couldn’t agree more. Additionally, the crime revealed at the end of the book was much darker than I would have expected from a novel which generally likes to keep things light and humorous.

    Vera Wong’s first book is entertaining, but I would have to suggest passing on the second book.


    3. Small Things Like These

    Author: Claire Keegan

    Length: 128 pages

    Publication: November 2021

    Genre: fiction

    Audience: young adult/adult


    SUMMARY

    It is 1985 in a small Irish town. During the weeks leading up to Christmas, Bill Furlong, a coal merchant and family man faces into his busiest season. Early one morning, while delivering an order to the local convent, Bill makes a discovery which forces him to confront both his past and the complicit silences of a town controlled by the church.


    MY REVIEW

    I believe this is exactly what the holiday season needs: a short novella that reminds its readers of the goodness of humanity. Even though this book was published back in 2021, I feel that it became “the” book to read this year, I was deep in the line of holds at the library, so imagine my excitement when I learned that this book was available for me during the month of December!

    It’s a quick read because of its short length, but the reader cannot help but slow down, take in all that Keegan has to offer. Through her main character Furlong, she challenges her readers, asking “was there any point in being alive without helping one another?” It is my hope that at Christmas and every other time of the year, our answer is a resounding “no.”

    The Washington Post writes in its review: “A classic…get two copies: one to keep, one to give.” I wholeheartedly agree.


    4. How to Winter

    Author: Kari Leibowitz

    Length: 304 pages

    Publication: October 2024

    Genre: nonfiction

    Audience: adult


    SUMMARY

    Kari Leibowitz moved above the Arctic Circle – where the sun doesn’t rise for two months each winter –expecting to research the season’s negative effects on mental health, only to find that inhabitants actually looked forward to it with delight and enthusiasm. Leibowitz has since travelled to places on earth with some of the coldest, darkest, longest and most intense winters, and discovered the power of “wintertime mindset”— viewing the season as full of opportunity and wonder. Impactful strategies for cultivating this wintertime mindset can teach us not just about braving the gray, cold months of the year, but also the darker and more difficult seasons of life.

    Inspired by cutting-edge psychological and behavioral science research as well as cultures worldwide that find warmth and joy in winter’s extremes, How to Winter provides readers with concrete tools for making winter wonderful wherever they live and harnessing the power of small mindset changes with big impact to help readers embrace every season of life.


    MY REVIEW

    This book was recommended by a trusted reader (thanks Shelly!) last winter but I didn’t get around to it until now. I’m such a fiction lover, I don’t read nonfiction as much as I should. And then I went ahead and downloaded it as an audio book, something I almost never do. But I could not face another winter with my self-diagnosed Seasonal Affective Disorder. I was already dreading the cloudy, dreary, neverending month of January; when I need an excuse to avoid tasks I don’t want to do, I instead get on the internet and research warm, tropical places where I might want to retire.

    In short, this book was a game changer for me. It might go down as one of the most impactful nonfiction books I’ve ever read. It’s akin to Mindset by Carol Zweck. Leibowitz builds her ethos by living for one year in the arctic; she defends wintertime and then explains how our experience with winter is mostly based upon our mindset and attitude toward it. Instead of fighting it, we should find ways to celebrate and enjoy cold temperatures, snow and darker days.

    She poses this question in the novel: “What would it take to make your fall in love with winter?” For me, it only took listening to the first chapter for me to begin my list of things I enjoy about the winter: Christmas lights, soups, cozy clothing, fireplaces, candles, puzzles, going to dinner in heated outdoor spaces. She argues that we need to specify things that are only a part of winter; that way, we can actually begin to look forward to this season. And maybe it’s because I’m just coming off my gratitude journal, but I’m aware that if you look for it, you will find it. So I’m trying to appreciate how the light reflects off the snow at night, how the crisp, cold air fills my lungs, how cozy I feel inside snuggled under a blanket with a mug of hot tea.

    And then, a few pages from the end, Leibowitz smacks the reader between the eyes: “Rethinking our relationship to winter is practice imagining what could be instead of what is…we begin to wonder what else we could reimagine, what else could be different.”

    I’m accepting the challenge. I’m trying to experience winter with a different mindset, with positive language, with celebrating season-special activities and rituals.

    This book gets two thumbs up, way up for me. I’d even recommend you download the book and listen to it while enjoying a few good winter walks.


    5. The Secret Christmas Library

    Author: Jenny Colgan

    Length: 320 pages

    Publication: October 2025

    Genre: nonfiction

    Audience: adult


    SUMMARY:

    Mirren Sutherland stumbled into a career as an antiquarian book hunter after finding a priceless antique book in her great aunt’s attic. Now, as Christmas approaches, she’s been hired by Jamie McPherson, the surprisingly young and handsome laird of a Highland clan whose ancestral holdings include a vast crumbling castle. Family lore suggests that the McPherson family’s collection includes a rare book so valuable that it could save the entire estate—if they only knew where it was. Jamie needs Mirren to help him track down this treasure, which he believes is hidden in his own home.

    But on the train to the Highlands, Mirren runs into rival book hunter Theo Palliser, and instantly knows that it’s not a chance meeting. She’s all too familiar with Theo’s good looks and smooth talk, and his uncanny ability to appear whenever there’s a treasure that needs locating.

    Almost as soon as Mirren and Theo arrive at the castle, a deep snow blankets the Highlands, cutting off the outside world. Stuck inside, the three of them plot their search as the wind whistles outside. Mirren knows that Jamie’s grandfather, the castle’s most recent laird, had been a book collector, a hoarder, and a great lover of treasure hunts. Now they must unpuzzle his clues, discovering the secrets of the house—forming and breaking alliances in a race against time.


    MY REVIEW:

    If I can help it, I try to read one Jenny Colgan novel every December. I’m not one of those naturally festive, December-cheery people, so I need to find outside forces that make me appreciate the holiday season more. This year it was a weekend getaway to Chicago in December (which was frigidly cold but full of lights and holiday festivity) and a purchased copy of Jenny Colgan’s new book. I can’t exactly explain what she does for me, but I might describe her as my version of a December beach read. Her plots are simple, her characters are enjoyable, all of them take place in the UK, and all novels I have read take place around Christmastime. Her novels are like a mug of a favorite warm beverage; sippable, and they leave you feeling warm and cozy on the inside.

    The holidays were so hectic this year I didn’t finish The Secret Christmas Library until New Year’s Eve. Unfortunately, for whatever reason, this one was not my favorite. I wasn’t enraptured with this plot and didn’t fall head-over-heels in love with her characters as I normally do. I was entertained, but I wanted more. And her 2-3 pages of a fully descriptive bedroom scene just didn’t fit on par with her normally PG novels.

    Next December, I strongly recommend reading a Jenny Colgan novel (or two). Just maybe not The Secret Christmas Library.


  • What YOU’RE Writing

    December 2025


    Writing Prompt:

    New Year’s Resolutions Reflection

    If you know anything about me by now, you know that I’m a huge proponent of revision. My EN101 students could tell you firsthand that I ask them to reflect ad nauseam. But I really believe that in this fast-paced world, we don’t spend enough time slowing down and recognizing how we got here in the first place.

    To quote my old friend George Santayana, “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” But reflection isn’t all doom and regret; there’s much to celebrate, too. I mean, we got here somehow, right? Even if we crossed the finish line crawling, we still earn the same finisher’s medal as the person who glided across effortlessly a long time ago (and is probably already enjoying a hot shower).

    The end of December and beginning of January is when many of us start thinking about New Year’s resolutions. Turning over the calendar and writing a new digit at the end of our dates feels like the perfect cue to start fresh. Quit smoking. Start running. Begin journaling. Stop losing my temper. The list of ways we want to “be better” is endless.

    Unfortunately, resolutions often look a lot prettier and more hopeful on January 1 than they do a few weeks (or months) later. According to a 2023 Forbes study, fewer than 1 in 10 people (8%) said their resolutions lasted a full month. About 22% made it three months, and only 1% said they kept theirs for an entire year. ​ Source: CBS News​

    There are plenty of theories about why resolutions fail, but that’s not what I want to focus on today. Instead, I want to offer something more positive, and honestly something that works every single time.

    What is this magical thing, you ask?

    It’s reflection. An “Old Year’s Reflection” if you will. You see, I don’t think we can truly know where we’re going in 2026 until we understand where we’ve been in 2025, both the good and the bad, the highs and the lows, the wins and the wipeouts.

    Thankfully, my good friend Mel Robbins agrees. She takes it even further with something she calls the Year-End Audit. She writes, “You can’t figure out where you’re going until you take a moment to understand where you are.”

    I’ll link her website and podcast at the end of this piece, but for those who like a good summary, here are the seven reflection questions she challenges us to ask before stepping into the new year:

    1. What were the highlights of the past year? (Hint: use your camera roll to jog your memory.)
    2. What were some of the hardest parts?
    3. What did you learn about yourself — for real — this year?
    4. What do you need to stop doing?
    5. What do you need to start doing?
    6. What will you continue doing?
    7. What’s one small step you can take today?

    That’s it. You’re done. No resolution required.

    You don’t have to promise to become a new person or set a goal that may or may not last until February. Instead, take a few minutes to look back — to honor what you did, how you grew, and who 2025 shaped you to be.

    And honestly?

    That’s enough.


    Story Starter:

    Footprints in the Snow

    The house was quiet except for the soft ticking of the clock, counting down the final hours of the year. Outside, the trees stood bare and silent, like they were holding their breath for something new to begin. Snow began to cover the footprints in the yard, hiding all the evidence of what had just happened there.

  • What I’m Thinking

    December 2025


    Climbing Out:

    (A Gobble Wobble Story)

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    Last month, I signed up to run a Gobble Wobble on Thanksgiving Day. Thankfully, it was an untimed race — less about pace or bragging rights, and more a reason to coax people off their couches and justify the copious amounts of food we’d eat later. (Disappointing reality: the average runner burns about 350 calories during a 5K, which equals one cup of stuffing or one slice of pumpkin pie, not both.)

    I crossed the finish line much slower and more exhausted than I’ve ever finished a 5K. I used to joke that 5ks weren’t even worth running–they were too short to space out as a runner and run my own pace. But this time, I hit the two-mile mark and prayed I had enough left in the tank to finish.

    Before you judge me as some washed-up runner reliving her glory days from half-marathons past, hang with me. I promise this story has a point beyond making you feel bad if you’ve never laced up for a race.

    Here it is: I’m digging out of something.

    And it’s hard.

    There’s so much that shapes our sense of self. There’s something about middle age that brings both comfort and clarity—you start to accept who you are, wrinkles and all. My skin isn’t glowing anymore, but it carries the wisdom of decades. I trust my choices more, react less, and appreciate calm in a way my teenage self couldn’t. Still, I’ll admit I love the occasional ego boost: nailing a new recipe, taming my curls with a good haircut, or buying a new pair of jeans which are so fashionable that people stop me in public places to ask, “Where did you get those?” (True story).

    But then. We find ourselves facing a difficult issue, a problem without a quick answer. Something in our lives that reminds us that we are fragile and flawed and vulnerable.

    For me, that reminder has been running.

    Two years ago, I got sick, and I haven’t been the same physically since. And while I’ve become accustomed to it in most areas, I was missing the life I used to live as a runner. Great runs which felt effortless. Even hard runs where I could pride myself for finishing. So this fall, I decided to change my inner dialogue from “I can’t” to “maybe I can.” I downloaded a Couch-to-5K plan and started over with a run-walk routine.

    It’s been slow. Much slower than I expected. And harder (so much harder!) than I wanted it to be. I kept waiting for that rush of pride to show up, the sense of accomplishment that used to come so easily. But it didn’t. Mostly, I felt tired. Frustrated. Disappointed.

    Climbing out of anything is hard. Add in shorter days, increased darkness and the stress that comes from the busyness of the holidays. Starting something new, improving on something–it asks everything from us: physically, mentally and emotionally.

    As part of my “What You’re Writing” newsletter from October, I joined a small group in keeping a gratitude journal. On Thursday, November 27, I wrote that I was grateful to have crossed the finish line—running the entire way. I even took a selfie with my husband (who, annoyingly, looked far less tired than I did) and posted both in my Happyfeed app. Because here’s the truth: regardless of my slow pace, no one cared. People ran faster. People ran slower. But I trained. I showed up. I ran the race. I even went to church afterward, sweaty and still in my running gear (which, wonderfully, is a thing our church welcomes on Thanksgiving). And yes, I ate both the stuffing and the pumpkin pie and wrote both of them off as well-earned calories.

    End thought? Climbing out, trying something new, making a significant change–it’s difficult.

    But you know what’s not? Celebrating.

    The big achievements and the small milestones on the way.

    For the days we soar and the days we simply finish.

    Because sometimes, finishing is the victory.


  • What I’m Writing

    (December 2025)

    A Holiday Poem

    I’m neck deep in writing curriculum for my winter semester, so I thought I would share a poem I wrote a few years ago about the holidays.

    Fair warning: it’s not snowflakes and sleigh rides and all things magical.

    I don’t know when December and the Christmas season lost some of its luster for me. Perhaps it’s the overly busy schedule or the myopic perspective on gift giving. Maybe it’s the cloudy dates and the increasing darkness.

    Every year, at this time, I wish for one thing: a simple Christmas. With no noise or lights or activities or stuff.

    Forgive the cynical tone of the poem. But maybe some of the phrases will resonate with you. (And when you’re done, listen to Bing Crosby’s “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year.”)

    A Lament for Christmas

    I wasn’t at the stable, Lord

    I was too busy at church

    with the preparation of food

    for the shared holiday meal

    (I brought a bagged salad but don’t tell anyone)

    and the donating of presents

    and the writing of cards for the shut ins

    and rehearsing the Christmas program for hours and hours

    softening my “r” s until “Lord” sounds “Lawd”

    and the entire chorus crescendos appropriately

    to the forte news that your son is born.

    I wasn’t at the stable, Lord

    I was at the multitudes of holiday parties

    which celebrate Hannukah and Christmas

    and Xmas and Kwanzaa and nothing at all

    (if that is your thing)

    consuming chocolate and cheese and lots of small foods on sticks

    and wine and beer and hard liquor

    and even champagne

    (even though it’s not New Year’s Eve yet).

    I wasn’t at the stable, Lord

    I was purchasing gifts

    you see, I cut short our reserved day of thanksgiving

    to push and shove in order to begin collecting gifts

    to give to teachers and non-teachers,

    to leaders and non-leaders

    (I can’t even tell who is who anymore)

    but I am proud to announce that I have purchased

    dozens of perfect gifts, and dozens more of non-perfect gifts

    and an innumerable amount of gift cards,

    joyfully announcing to those who receive them:
    “Jesus is born! Here—have some plastic.”

    I wasn’t at the stable, Lord

    I was at the local school,

    I was dropping off items for their Christmas donation pajama drive

    and food drive

    and toy drive

    and ziploc baggie drive

    (because everyone should have ziploc baggies this time of year)
    and the school Christmas program

    (which, for the record, is different from the church program and yet very much the same)

    I was prepping snacks for classroom celebrations

    (because pretzels and popcorn and M&Ms are somehow directly tied to religious celebrations)

    and making meals for support staff brunches

    and covering playground duty

    so that teachers could attend their own lunchtime Christmas party

    (which, for the record, is completely different from the company parties and not at all the same).

    I wasn’t at the stable, Lord

    I was sitting on Santa’s lap

    (which is a bit embarrassing to admit)

    I wasn’t going to do it, but he was there

    and I really just wanted to vocalize to someone

    what I really wanted for Christmas

    (portable technology or at the very least a gift card to purchase what I want)

    I was participating in the gingerbread house contest (third place, thank you very much)

    and riding the Santa train to who-knows-where

    and sending Christmas cards to every address imaginable

    (scalloped edges and matte finish, of course)

    and starting every morning consuming a chocolate from my advent calendar

    (the wine and cheese calendars sold out before I could get one)

    and ending each evening pushing my own curfew in order to

    watch every single Hallmark holiday movie

    what does this have to do with the birth of your son, you ask?

    no one seems to know, but frankly, no one seems to care.

    I wasn’t at the stable, Lord

    I didn’t get to hug Mary or fist bump Joseph

    I didn’t get to smell baby Jesus

    (because you know even the Son of God must have had that wonderful new baby smell)

    I didn’t get to take in the simple complexity

    of diety in the flesh, of unfathomable greatness in the smallest of humans

    I didn’t get to “go tell it on the mountains” with the shepherds

    that “Jesus Christ was born,”

    not because it was an evite requiring my RSVP

    but because, in the stillness of the moment was joy

    True

    Joy

    “joy to the world” kind of joy

    and the response to that joy

    was adoration

    and excitement

    and jubilation

    that can only come from those who were there.

    But I didn’t get to experience that

    because

    I wasn’t at the stable, Lord.