Author, ready for close-up

Last spring, precisely during the height of the season when I was writing exams and collecting exams and grading exams and generally sitting on my booty for hours on end and practicing peanut M&M therapy on my exam stress, I asked one of my students to take some author photos for me.

Net net, it didn’t happen. Too stressy of a season. Also, I would have all summer to get back to my fighting weight, to achieve that sun-kissed glow on the apples of my cheeks, to rest and recharge and to generally appear like I fell out of a Hanna Andersson catalogue, wearing brightly colored Dutch clogs to boot.

Net net, it didn’t happen during the summer either.

So here I was, back in exam-dispensing land and not at my goal weight and generally feeling haggard about my appearance and searching in vain for that elusive twinkle that fell out of my eye sometime when I wasn’t paying attention, when I was probably pinning Dutch clogs onto a Pinterest board named “Footwear Fantasy.”

Then my friend Foxy wrote something on the social media about stepping onto a scale and realizing she was 20 lbs. lighter than her heaviest ever and it was not due to a crash diet or a wicked case of mono. She had just practiced eating healthier over a period of time. She had, in so many words, learned to love the body she’d been given and was seeking to live a life more abundant through this body mind soul gift.

I decided right then and there to book my portrait session with my wonderful student Jordan of JCorr Photography. That mystical moment where all the smoke would clear to reveal my size 4 self was never going to arrive. The best I could do was spare a little love for this lady and take a moment to capture the blessings of this season, because there are so many.

I’m pleased with the results, not because of my own vanity, but because these represent one woman whose time is rarely spent by herself, whose goals are often riding on the shirttails of others’, who woke up one misty morning and felt fully alive and blessed and a little bit sassy with her lucky ladybug helmet.

P.S. Book a session with Jordan. He’s amazing.

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I know why the caged family sings

I bought a new curio cabinet last week from Merchants on Main. It was filled with vintage children’s books. I wanted them, too, but the cabinet I had to have. It was like that puppy at the pound that you know you’ll spend the rest of your life thinking about if you don’t take home. You’ll just be bypassing the dog food aisle and thinking what if…I tell you that cabinet was just barking politely, not even begging to come home with me. It knew. It knew that it BELONGED at home with me. What? Keep acting like these tacit dialogues with other people’s forsaken furniture in consignment shops DON’T HAPPEN TO YOU.

Forty moneys later and I had totally justified its purchase because organized home! I emptied a big tub full of picture frames that we hadn’t yet found a home for in Tennessee. I was then able to fill said tub with Little Man’s new King of Sodor playset which rawks something fierce if you are into spend your days using the phrase “really useful engine.” I felt like a really useful engine getting to empty one container for another. Home organization for the win.

Curio Cabinet
Curio Cabinet

Once all the family pix were shelved and displayed, I shut the cabinet doors because I have this strange illusion that just because there are doors on something, it will prevent the collection of dust. Since I like to dust like I enjoy dreaming about reptiles molting all over my bedspread, I try to save myself that chore as much as possible.

Loverpants came home and immediately laughed at the new curio cabinet, because this is what husbands do. You buy something new that totally kicks booty and they notice the one thing that is sort of hilarious and they point that out first. “Our relatives are all caged in there. Did Toni Morrison write that book, too?” Of course he was talking about Maya Angelou’s I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, but we will forgive him because you can’t be right all the time about your black female author trivia.

Now every time I pass by the cabinet, I think about what things my family and friends are saying that I’m trying to muffle. I have to say I have been fortunate in that my parents and siblings are kind in word and deed. They are full of encouragement and are quick to laugh. I tend to choose friends who are brainy and good humored. Rare are the times when I feel as though I need to stuff their words in a cage. Even then, that’s still often all we get. We don’t get to stuff the things we hear throughout our lives in a sealed vault like the ingredients in Coke syrup. We don’t get to compartmentalize them. They seep, they echo, they influence us.

My greatest joy and necessity is writing about what I’m thinking, hoping, dreaming, reflecting upon. I can’t imagine not being able to do that readily and freely. I am glad my words are not caged or boxed or vaulted up; I am glad I am free to peck on this keyboard and figure out whether the cabinet should be open or closed.

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Kendraspondence wins her first award #AdventistComm

Thanks to the Society of Adventist Communicators for awarding this here humble blog the “Best in Class” award. I experienced unparalleled bliss in learning of this honor and I am waiting to learn how many other blogs with whom I was honored to compete. I’m guessing none. Which is why I won. Let’s pretend 800 others–that sounds more reasonable, hey?

Once again, thanks from my little ol’ bloggy blog heart.

Let's pretend I'm not awkward enough to take this pic of my award whilst sitting solo at my desk.
Let’s pretend I’m not awkward enough to take this pic of my award whilst sitting solo at my desk.

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