“Cycling has encountered more enemies than any other form of exercise.” 19th-century author Louis Baudry de Sagnier Now that summer has arrived, I've been riding my bicycle to the restaurant a couple of nights a week. I love so much about my less-than-two-mile commute - the fresh air, the exercise, the view, … Continue reading Where the streets have no names, I mean, rules
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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!
Mother’s Day 2016 –3 sons, 7 Sisters and two many moms with lost children
Being a mom to 3 boys is sometimes an exercise in acceptance. There will never be breakfast in bed or handmade cards decorated with lace doily hearts and glitter or prom dress shopping, but, I’m ok with that. I wouldn’t trade my guys for the world. Knowing that Mother’s Day has the potential to be basically … Continue reading Mother’s Day 2016 –3 sons, 7 Sisters and two many moms with lost children
Doing the Delmar Dash – 2016
It wasn't so long ago that I imagined 5 miles to be farther than I would ever run - it just didn't seem like a distance that I would ever be able to run. My, how life changes... On the snowy morning that was Sunday, the Lunar B*tches united and ran one of the most … Continue reading Doing the Delmar Dash – 2016
Taking a hike with a runner
My very first vacation with my former husband was a trip to Washington State where we spent a week or so camping and hiking. It was a memorable trip for many reasons (the San Juan Islands – oh my goodness!) but by no means did the experience turn me into an outdoors women a la … Continue reading Taking a hike with a runner
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 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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