I think I may have mentioned in the past that my youngest son is a bit obsessed with Asian food. What can I say? He was born on Chinese New Year. This school year began with his new lunch box, more specifically a Bento Box, which he tasked his father and I with filling with … Continue reading Chinese delivery
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50 ways to leave your 40s
Run a half marathon. Check out the sales at Macy's. Buy nothing. You really don't need a thing. Have dinner out. Get a pedicure. Go to bed early. Eat a delicious salad. Take a run. Have a beer. And a shot. Laze in bed an extra 20 minutes. Feed the birds. Put on a pretty … Continue reading 50 ways to leave your 40s
Fifty
I haven't been so excited about a birthday since my 30th, which was just shy of 20 years ago. Then, I was a newlywed, in love and pregnant with my oldest son. I had my first "real" job as a school librarian and we celebrated with a dinner party at a wonderful restaurant with friends … Continue reading Fifty
Saratoga morning
I understand that, to some people, going to the track involves a pink sheet and placing bets, but I've always enjoyed it best early in the morning before the crowds arrive. The true beauty of the facility and the horses just shines when the day is new and the air is fresh. It was a … Continue reading Saratoga morning
Declaring independence
As the summer approached I knew it would be unlike many previous years. I skipped Mountain Jam in favor of some necessary downtime, passed my inside seats to DMB at SPAC on to someone else, and resigned myself to not sharing a Cape house with Aloysius for two weeks. It's a different year, but I've … Continue reading Declaring independence
Best race of the year – so far!
I’ve got a few running goals for this year that involve total miles run and participating in some races which I’ve never done before. I’m a little off my mark for meeting my goal of 1,000 miles in 2016, but hope to make up my deficit over the summer. As far as new to me … Continue reading Best race of the year – so far!
Sometimes life isn’t a beach
For the first time in 18 years I don’t have summer accommodations booked for Cape Cod. After last year’s trip, which took a lot out of all of us despite the great house and nearly all good company, and buying the restaurant which kind of put a new limit on the length of time I … Continue reading Sometimes life isn’t a beach
