When you’re so busy starting a new job and already taking time off to travel because of a pre-planned trip(s) so you set up a blog post for feel good friday because you just have to keep up your gratitude lists but literally forget to hit publish. Feel good Tuesday! Here’s me. I started a new…
A week off is a wonderful thing. Reset, recharge, relax. And play all the sports! So grateful.
TK is the magazine terminology for “To Come”. No one knows why it’s a K. It’s used in print drafts when you’re waiting on a detail, like: age, TK. What’s next for me is TK. I am leaving the publishing world behind after a wonderful ten-year tenure, though I hope to still be involved in…
These friends of mine are the real gems in my life. Another friend died last week—though my heartache was for the friend of mine closest to him, not my own—and it brings up all the old feelings of love and loss stemming from JB’s death (9 years ago in April). It was from losing my…
I agreed to do a Whole30 with a couple of friends. I volunteered, if we’re being honest. Why not? I was feeling less in shape after some very boozy pre-holidays and still searching for the next thing to be training for, so it seemed like a reasonable way to kickstart myself while figuring out what…
Bags all packed! Fabulous new weekender courtesy of my bestie via Little Bird Consignment in Aspen. Hard to beat a place this gorgeous. North Shore, Hawaii. Grateful for the week’s vacation, relaxation, adventure, and company. Crouching Lion. Fantastic hike. Waimea Valley (including the fall) … basically an outdoor museum. $16.
The Best Spuds were reunited this weekend, and what a weekend it was! (refresher: Idaho, part 1 and Idaho part 2) Apparently, it was such a a weekend that we never managed to take even one photo of the five of us. The most there is in any one photo appears to be four. So here’s…
I must have been box jumping for fitness for at least 14 years, assuming I started in college during plyometric workouts for basketball. And yet while I tore the side of my knee open once by not clearing a hurdle during plyos and trying to straddle it once I knew I wasn’t going to clear it…
The mama The mini The mulligan … Won’t let me take a picture of him, but suffice it to say that my Toronto vacation turned into sleeping in a hospital chair followed by a Scandal marathon with a grouchy, drugged-up fella friend missing a body part. So I will need a Canada mulligan.
