After my previous post, in which I confessed to holding a grudge against some squirrels, you might be surprised to learn that I spent some time last weekend running a trail race called the Squirrelly Six. All I can say is this: I mentally made it a grey squirrel rather than the despised red squirrel … Continue reading Another squirrel story!
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Reflections from a full moon run
October's Hunter's Full Moon run with the Lunar Bitches had a lot going on. It had been an entire month since we had all been together and life moves fast. We all have children and full time jobs (+) and relationships to maintain and we are definitely busy. Our runs are generally an easy combination … Continue reading Reflections from a full moon run
Albany Urban (redhead) Raid 2013
When was the last time you leaped hurdles? Climbed a knotted rope? Swung on monkey bars? If you're anything like me and your response is "middle school," last Saturday's Urban Raid in downtown Albany would have given you an opportunity to revisit those glory days. Minus the one-piece polyester P.E. uniform, of course. This event … Continue reading Albany Urban (redhead) Raid 2013
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
It’s all about the presence…
...not the gifts. Although, they're lovely and thoughtful and it can be so fun to unwrap surprise packages. Most of the time, that is. But, when all is said and done, it is truly all about the people with whom we are lucky enough to spend time. For countless years, I feel as if I … Continue reading It’s all about the presence…
Last weekend – in photos
I think I finally caught my breath...
Tortilla Flats aka as the place with a waiter who must have flatlined
We stopped in at a little joint Sunday afternoon down in the West Village, Tortilla Flats, hereafter referred to as the place with the worst service. Ever. Our party of three arrived at what I think of as the "shoulder season" of dining hours, around 3:30 or so. There was a distinct lack of greeting … Continue reading Tortilla Flats aka as the place with a waiter who must have flatlined
