Dogwood Girl

I'm Annie; I'm a mom, wife, daughter, sister. I was born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia, attended the University of Georgia, and became a Technical Writer. I write fiction on the side, including lots of unread, unfinished, and unpublished short stories. I enjoy writing, but haven't gotten around to feeling comfortable with others reading my work yet. Dogwood Girl is part of my working on that fear. I run, but not very fast. It doesn't matter, as running is more of a means to keep my spirits high and those around me alive and well - Without endorphins, i would be on the National News. I have trouble following through on things. I like to grow things. I like puzzles and games. I like to challenge myself, and my problem with challenges is usually my follow through. I am ultra-competitive and will wager small amounts on just about anything. I love to win, but i am no sore loser. I have days where i think i am an awesome mom, and days where i think I am completely fucking my children up. Likewise, i have days where i feel motivated and successful, a modern day Superwoman, and other days, where I feel about as motivated as the Brad Pitt character in True Romance. My husband is my best friend and I would be a basket case without him; My kids have taught me more about myself (and about patience) in five years than I have learned in the whole rest of my life. They are my pride and joy, my heart, and often a royal pain in my ass. I would die without them and their father. I also have a slightly unnatural attachment to my dog, the Q-Man. I write about all of it here on Dogwood Girl. It's cheaper than a therapist.

Thanks, CNN

I had about ten minutes to check the news this morning. Some very important news-related items learned this morning: 1 clip from The Daily Show, making fun of the dire straits we are in according to Obama’s last speech. (For those who don’t understand, that is basically the news showing a clip of a man who makes his living spoofing… Read more →

Letting Go

Last week, after weeks of being sick, and missing workouts, and just generally getting behind in my training for the half-marathon in March, I was getting downright depressed. I think it was a combination of not working out regularly (loss of endorphins), not feeling good, along with the other stresses of parenthood, work, and home. I was just blue. There… Read more →