Jen Caudill

Seasoned writer + impactful storyteller.

#somedayisnow

March 19, 2020

Wrote a little thing about a big thing. Our fight for equal pay continues, and I’m proud to have this published for LUNA Bar.

The powerful (full) conversation, HERE.

Powerful women athletes send a message: #somedayisnow

We are still here. We are healthy. Physically. We have up days and down days, emotionally. We’re fortunate to have all that we have, when so many others struggle to secure basic needs. We love our together time, and we know how lucky we are to have each other as we dream of togetherness with family in Georgia, Kentucky, and Florida. ***** I am amazed at my relationship with Chris. How we laugh every day. How we hear each other. How we see each other. It’s a powerful thing, to feel this sort of openness, understanding, and safety. After a season of exactly the opposite, it means that much more. ***** The laundry still sits in baskets on the stairs. Dog hair still floats through the sun-filled living room. There are dishes to put away and home improvement projects to finish, and piles of I’ll-get-to-that-later. Some of the mess was a mess long before we began sheltering at home. ***** And we are still here. This is a photo I took yesterday. Perched at the top of the stairs, the dogs wait for Chris to walk through the front door after a day at the forge. I could watch them for hours, ears perked in hopes that each passerby is their man coming up the steps. ***** And there are the piles. I regularly apologize to company (before distancing) about the piles. But it turns out, I’m just not a tidy person. There are dogs to observe and there’s beer to share, and a beautiful partner to hug when he walks through the door. So the piles. I’ll get to them later.

Sweet Sunday Night Night.

Just a photograph of a lion-bear-seal surveying her kingdom. That is all. ☀️ A lot of days are hard right now, no matter which straw you pulled. If you’re seeing this cute golden behind right now, Poppy sends air kisses (French kisses, if we’re being honest) your way. Xoxo

Saturday night: Trying not to complain about the lemonade. Xo

Wallace at Dillon on a windy March morning. 🌊

He asked me if I wanted candy from the store. I said no. He came out of the store with a smiley face balloon. I tied it to my bike and threw a peace sign when we rode over the bridge toward home. ✌🏼 ☀️ 🚲 [This is a simple, random highlight. February has been tough. I didn’t take photos of the tears, worry, and stress. Crossing peace signs for all of us (that’s you and you and you) that March will be better.] 📷: @cjfracaro

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