Last week while I was in Barcelona I ran four consecutive days, including the very day we arrived. The leisurely pace of our vacation and the magnetic pull of the Mediterranean made taking a run an impulse that I could not deny. It was a gift I gave to myself, almost a souvenir that took … Continue reading Running reflections
Category: musings
Sketches of Spain
Have you ever listened to this album by Miles Davis? It's one of my favorites and sets the mood for so many things - a romantic dinner, a quiet conversation, time alone with your special someone. Add it to your playlist and thank me later, ok? Now that you've got that going, let me share … Continue reading Sketches of Spain
When you work more hours than you sleep
As my vacation approaches, I find myself getting most excited by the thought of having hours and hours to fill (or not) any way I please. These last few weeks have been joyfully hectic with fun events, long runs and mini escapes, all very carefully penciled into my already impressively full calendar. I’m ready to … Continue reading When you work more hours than you sleep
If I had two more hours in a day…
My house would be cleaner. Right now a twice weekly vacuuming, paired with a weekly bathroom cleaning and a more sporadic schedule of dusting, is the best I can do. I would bake my own bread - sans high fructose corn syrup and other bogus ingredients. The thank you cards and other correspondence I would … Continue reading If I had two more hours in a day…
A crap week
The first week of spring, arguably the finest season of the year in upstate New York, was the worst week Lark + Lily has ever experienced. When I say "crappy," I'm being literal, by the way. I arrived at the restaurant Tuesday afternoon and encountered the plumbers who were working industriously to unclog one of … Continue reading A crap week
The precariousness of balance
Last Monday while I attended the Leap Day event at the University Club, my tightly wrapped world unraveled a bit. It was a great reminder to me about the always tenuous hold we have on life, how rapidly things can take a turn in an unexpected direction. To begin, Monday night has been declared as … Continue reading The precariousness of balance
The ups and downs of breasts
Looking backwards I can't remember exactly when my chest began to develop. If I consider when I began to get genuine attention from males, I could probably carbon date it to somewhere around the age of 13 or so. It was right around the time I ran into my mother in town and she told … Continue reading The ups and downs of breasts
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