What is it this year?
My husband asked me that question a few days ago. He said that since I had read 52 books last year, he was figuring I was up to some new challenge for 2013. He knows me well. When I didn’t…
Making a joke out of motherhood
My husband asked me that question a few days ago. He said that since I had read 52 books last year, he was figuring I was up to some new challenge for 2013. He knows me well. When I didn’t…
“Some writers I have worked with explain that it took three or four books before they stopped feeling like an impostor, and felt they could actually call themselves writers.” The above quote comes from Betsy Lerner’s book about writing, The…
Of course, I’ve made some real fitness goals for the year. (Handstand! Pull-up! No-knee push-up!) But after flipping through one of the many athletically-minded catalogs (read: very expensive yoga pants & sports bras) that get delivered to my mailbox, I…
It’s not like I need any new excuses to take silly pics…but I’ll definitely take one. Ever since seeing a picture of one of our coaches, Zac, squatting a fallen log, I’ve been inspired. I mean, how can I not…
I’ve already bragged about how much I read this year. But 2012 consisted of more than just books for me. There were bicycles & airplanes, road trips & new athletic PRs to celebrate as well. I like looking back because…
This is 1979. This is also where I am with the Christmas music. And dear gods, what I wouldn’t give for that dress now.
I don’t own much in the way of Christmas decorations. Mainly because I like to purge when I move but also because I’m married to a Jewish guy. These two things don’t make for many boxes of ornaments. I only…
I did it. I read 52 books this year. And finished early, no less. All this reading meant a lot of documenting and data. So in order to break down the year’s activity, I created a little infographic to share…
I thought I would share this seasonal gem with you from Christmas of ’76. Yes, that’s me on the potty. Eating celery, wearing a fluffy dress and looking distressed. (Let’s not overlook the bells on my shoes. What am I,…
Last week was my three-year anniversary doing Crossfit. (Okay, minus the seven months I was out giving birth and recovering…but whatever.) In addition to the rad people I’ve met and the regularly scheduled ass kickings, I really love all the…
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