corona diaries: good kinds of crazy

Well, these are certainly crazy days! There's the disheartening crazy. Headlines driving fear and panic. People stockpiling as if our country is running out of food and toilet paper. Social media spreading false information and just plain thoughtlessness. It's too easy to get sucked into the chaos. Like five minutes of scrolling through a newsfeed … Continue reading corona diaries: good kinds of crazy

Fearful or fearless?

Hola 2020!!! This year is off to a crazy but exciting start. I think it's worth noting that I turned 39 this month, which I find to be pretty thrilling! For me, a good birthday celebration revolves around eating really delicious food. Honestly, a good meal while I'm wearing an elastic waistband with the people … Continue reading Fearful or fearless?

F-A-T

Fat. The grim reaper of women's self-esteem has entered my five-year old's vocabulary and I am livid. Not with her, but with our world. With myself. With you. I want to throw a tantrum. A hair pulling, limbs flailing tantrum at the unfairness of society's persistent hypersexualized, dysmorphic, skewed glorification of beauty that NO ONE can … Continue reading F-A-T

I yelled at a stranger’s kid today

It was a normal summer day for us. We ran, we ate, we swam, and we ate some more. Today was a normal summer day, barring one exception, that being the moment when I found myself parenting a stranger's child. My daughter has always been fearless in the water. Up until last summer she would enthusiastically shout, "watch … Continue reading I yelled at a stranger’s kid today

Thank you is not enough, but thank you.

About a month ago, I finished reading Alice Hoffman's The Dovekeepers. I was riveted by this tale of four indomitable women, who were bound together through loss during the Roman siege of Masada. Women, who under different circumstances would have ostracized one another, instead protected one another. For me, the beauty of this historical fiction was in … Continue reading Thank you is not enough, but thank you.

We've been running together since she was 6 months old. That's four years and more miles than I can count. It hit me last night, as I stared at the back of that beautiful baby blonde head, that our jogging stroller days will soon be over. Words cannot express how deeply I have cherished running the trails … Continue reading