What makes a tradition?

I remember Aloysius asking me that very question a couple of years ago as the Laker guys and I started talking about revisiting Mountain Jam. Since we had all gone together the previous year, was returning to the festival for a second time, in fact, a tradition? Operating on the premise that traditions bring us … Continue reading What makes a tradition?

My love affair with Winter

Valentine's Day seems the perfect time to express my adoration for Winter.  In all honesty, it's a love I never imagined experiencing.  Winter was always the cruelest of seasons, I thought.  Endlessly long, yet filled with days which offered mere hours of daylight.  Cold in a way that kept one indoors, in isolation.  Yuck. Our … Continue reading My love affair with Winter

Yaktrax and making tracks

It's been a rough couple of weeks for those of us who like to exercise outdoors.  I mean, 5 degrees on the plus side just doesn't beckon to me, especially when the skies are grey and the wind is kicking up.  After nearly a week without a run, I finally got out last Saturday during … Continue reading Yaktrax and making tracks

Metaphors for life and random confessions

aka - thoughts from a run The sidewalks were slick tonight with ice and nuisance snow.  Not quite enough to shovel, but too much to ignore. Life can be a slippery path at times, but like the ice, it was just a caution - not a discouragement. Forge ahead.  It's the right direction. I love … Continue reading Metaphors for life and random confessions

October recap – Moms@Work

I can't believe another month has flown by!  Here's some of what I've been up to over at the timesunion.com. First, there was the politics of pasta. Then, I fell in love! Alas, my ship sailed. I put some pieces together. And recognized that I couldn't always do it myself. But, I can drive a … Continue reading October recap – Moms@Work

Minnewaska must mean “beautiful” in Native American

In what feels like a previous lifetime, my girlfriends and I would meet in the mountains outside of New Paltz for our annual hike.  There were years before the babies came, and even a couple of years after the oldest of the babies were born, when we would simply amble along a path by the … Continue reading Minnewaska must mean “beautiful” in Native American