Archives For November 30, 1999

Three years

January 20, 2025

There are gaps of time that define my life

My childhood spent free and wild outdoors

My school age years searching for an identity to be proud of

My time figuring out what my degree should be

My realization that competitive sports were no longer to be played by me

My wedding day

My dog mom life

My not-so-trauma-free birthing memories

My apartment living experiences

My first and second home dwelling days

My blogging days

My radio appearances

My corporate desk job days

My work-from-home days

My love of writing

Three years passed without me writing

Funny how life works

This is the sixteenth (#16) in a series of 100-word posts I plan to write. My ultimate goal is to create 100 of these 100-word posts in no set time frame. Thanks for following along!

Written by Heidi Woodard

An important routine

January 18, 2022

I watch him walk up and down the sidewalk

with a basketball as his sidekick

bounce, bounce, bounce

No matter the day or weather

Completely engrossed in his own world

He is old enough for me to ponder

Is he unconcerned with how others might view him?

Or are his brain and body quenched by routine?

I’d venture to guess both

I learn more from watching him

Than anything I see on any screen

His actions outrank the messages being thrown at me

and those thoughts I tell myself are important

Why not venture to do something enjoyable every day?

This is the fiftteenth (#15) in a series of 100-word posts I plan to write. My ultimate goal is to create 100 of these 100-word posts in no set time frame. Thanks for following along!

Written by Heidi Woodard

Dogs and life

August 4, 2021

I take my dogs to the grassy field

I watch them play with abandon

Down the hill like racing cheetahs

back up the hill like prancing stallions

Down and up

Down and up

Playing with the same red ball

A fourth or fifth replacement

from the original model

I think how crazy it is

that they enjoy the same routine

They are happy to take

their mirror image strides

Over and over again

Resting in their usual spots

Their mouths wide open

soaking in air

They look like they’re smiling

Maybe they are

They have life figured out after all

This is the fourteenth (#14) in a series of 100-word posts I plan to write. My ultimate goal is to create 100 of these 100-word posts in no set time frame. Thanks for following along!

Written by Heidi Woodard