The Backward Life

I won't be posting to this blog site anymore, but please feel free to come and take a look at my new website. It has a blog, some short ...

I’m a runner. Not an actual runner. A remedial runner. More like the class below the remedial class runner. Does that still count? Let’s j...

My grandfather passed away last night. Grandpa Brown was my mother's dad. He was an intelligent, artistic, loving and kind man. Of ...

I am recovering from surgery and flew my mom from California to help out for a week. The entire time she kept saying how useless she felt. O...

My first official birthday gift. This was given to me by a co-worker. See my old favorite mug looking shunned in the background? Tomor...

"Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance. Let's get rich and build our house on a mount...

Friendship Square, Moscow, Idaho I keep reading these blogs that review the past year-- a year in photos, a year of milestones, a year...

I'm closer to 40 than 30, or even 35 at this point, and it feels as though everyone is in their groove but me. I do recognize how whi...

I am now uterus-less and starting to heal up. The surgery required four small incisions which were glued shut afterward. They applied butter...

The title of this blog post may lead some to believe I have taken up exercising. This assumption would be incorrect. I never run anywhere- e...