Searching for Pads

If you are a woman, you know exactly what I am talking about when I say the word “pad.” If you are a man, you are probably cringing at the word and thinking, “oh no.”

Have you ever just stopped and noticed all the choices us women have when it comes to our feminine hygiene. Thin. Overnight. Super absorbant. Ultra thin. Wings. No wings. Always. Kotex. Carefree.

If you are like me, you don’t stop and notice all the different packages. Instead you look for the package you recognize and throw it in your cart without giving any of the other options a chance.

Usually I have a nice stockpile stored under my bathroom sink. Come on, how many of us have been at a friend’s house to only realize we deseperately need a pad? We try to stay calm yet quickly and quietly open bathroom closets and doors in our host’s bathroom in hopes of finding that neatly wrapped little square we need. I know I’m not the only one. 😉

I had that same alarm awhile ago. Ironically, I wasn’t at a friend’s house. I was in my own bathroom. Instead of finding a package of squares looking back at me, I found only a couple. A couple?!? How did I only have a couple? How did I let this happen? I really didn’t want to run to the store with my two sons just to get pads. My husband would willingly stop for me, but I really didn’t want to put that burden on him.

It was then that I was instantly taken back to when I cleaned out my purse at a friend’s house. I remember joking with her that I must have been expecting to use a lot of pads that month. I felt like the magician who continually pulls out the different colored handkerchiefs that are tied together. You think his handkerchief trick will never end. That is how I felt cleaning out the pads from my purse that day.

I chuckled at that memory and instantly thought of checking some of the other places pads could be hiding, I mean stored, throughout my house. I started my search. Office desks drawer – check. The downstairs bathroom – check. The “random” drawer in the kitchen – check. The glove box in my van – check. The “random” bags sitting in my office – check. I was too excited to find the pads to question my thought process behind storing the pads in these funny places.

I had hit the goldmine of pads stored throughout my house!

Where is the goofiest place you have stored pads?

I’m attempting to take part in the “The Fifth Annual Slice of Life Story Challenge” through the month of March. The challenge is run by Two Writing Teachers.


It is funny how sounds can trigger memories.

I heard a motorcycle roar down the road. It was a Harley. I can clearly recognize the rumbling noise. I was transported back to my childhood of riding on a Harley behind my dad. Memories take me back even further to when my sister and I would sit side-by-side in the Harley’s sidecar. We would make faces at my brother tucked in the nose of the sidecar. He started riding at six weeks old. I haven’t been on a motorcycle in over 20 years, but the sound quickly transports me back in time.

I heard a church bell ring. The simple ding dong took me back to that little Lutheran church in the country we attended with my grandparents for many years. I remember listening to that bell ring to start and end the service. I can see my grandma leaning over and telling me to be quiet during church. I can taste the cherry cough drops she used to share with us during church. They always tasted like candy. The simple little church with the simple little bell.

What sounds transport you back in time?

I’m attempting to take part in the “The Fifth Annual Slice of Life Story Challenge” through the month of March. The challenge is run by Two Writing Teachers.

Nuggets From Messy and Honest Answers

I read a post one time about how you should never apologize for not blogging regularly.  So I’m not apologizing for my absence from my blog.  Instead it is a reflection of a busy life.

I’ve been immersed in writing and editing this weekend. And I was reminded today of why I really love being a writer and editor.  It isn’t about seeing my name in print – although that is really cool. It isn’t about how much I’m paid per word – although that is really nice (and important).  It isn’t about making sure I write about myself – which I prefer to avoid.

This weekend, writing and editing is about sharing with others the stories that might not ever be shared otherwise. It is about digging into the deep parts of a source’s thoughts and passions to find out what really makes them tick.

I was reminded of all of this as I emailed back and forth with a source on a story I am writing.  I loved her email responses to my questions. Even in her statement of “my answers are messy and honest.”  I loved it. I got to see who she really is.  And I get to share that with others.

It is also about finding the nuggets no one else gets to see. The story I’m working on right now has 4, 114 words of notes all in one document. Some are in perfect paragraph form. Some are just notations of what I need to expand on. Some are questions of where I need more information. Some are just jumbled sentences that need to be “prettied up.”  Sadly, not all those words will remain in the final version. Especially when there is a 1,200 word limit.

What happens to the extra stuff? It gets cut.  And a lot of it is really really good stuff that no one else will see. But you know what I love?  I get to see it.  I get a glance at the nuggets. The words that maybe have no other impact than directly in my life. And I love that!  I love how God speaks to my heart through these “cut parts.”  And the fun part – these nuggets show up in every story I write or edit.

So what nugget did I gain today?  It was about living simplistically.  Simple living of less is more.  Beautiful words and descriptions that touched my heart.