Yesterday, I mastered my third consecutive Warrior Dash down in Windham. How was it, you ask? Well...it was really hard - maybe the hardest one yet, for me. A beautiful foggy early morning had turned into a sunny and bright late morning and the temperature had somehow crept up into the 80s. When I jumped … Continue reading The Warrior Dash as a life metaphor – updated*
Month: July 2013
Catching up with Moms@Work
Some recent topics from my blog over at the Times Union: A perfect summer day (and night) Camp Mommy Time - sign me up, please! Going to Ireland to find sunshine Over thinking A peace accord of sorts Traveling with my middle child Preparing children to travel sans mom What's HOT and what's NOT Taking … Continue reading Catching up with Moms@Work
Behold the mighty shrimp
I've got a question for you - what do you do with your shrimp shells? Please don't tell me you toss them in the trash because that would make me sad. You know that tossing the uncooked shells into the freezer could eventually give you something gorgeous like this, right?Since it is so simple, and … Continue reading Behold the mighty shrimp
Lunar B*tches
You knew it had to eventually happen, right? Our trio of women, bold enough to run in the dark by the light of the full moon,* have morphed into an exclusive little running club. I'd like to officially present the Lunar B*tches Running Club! A few facts about our group: Frequency of meetings: monthly. Distance: … Continue reading Lunar B*tches
The Rose of Tralee – sort of
About a million years ago, I entered a beauty pageant known as The Rose of Tralee. Yes, really. There were two reasons I was prompted to enter the particular pageant I did - one being that my teenaged friend/nemesis V had won the contest the previous year, and the second that it was a contest … Continue reading The Rose of Tralee – sort of
Home
Or maybe I should just say "I'm back" seeing as how many meanings that word home can have. It's an odd thing sometimes being first generation American, especially with a mother who wants nothing to do with her family and a father you never met. I met my first relative when I was 22, an … Continue reading Home
The long and short of it
Vacations can be weird. We spend months planning and saving for them only to find them over in what can feel like the blink of an eye. Poof - done. We get home with a suitcase full of dirty laundry, a bunch of photos to upload and a yen for our own pillow. That being … Continue reading The long and short of it
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