Actually…is this month over yet? As far as news goes, this month started off with the horrific and powerful letter a Stanford rape victim read aloud to her attacker. And this week…well it has been one horrible, heartbreaking piece of news after the next. From the senseless murder of Christine Gimme, a singer on The Voice, to […]Read More ›
Mother’s Day…man…It’s so interesting. When I was pregnant and prepping emotionally to be a single Mom, I anticipated and worried a lot about many things that I knew would be difficult to navigate. I had no doubt Father’s Day would be a tricky trap of emotion. But I never anticipated that Mother’s Day would also be […]Read More ›
It always feels so strange for me to give “advice” on anything…I can’t find my car keys most days of the week and I pretend that my jeans somehow shrunk in my closet when I put on weight…but I do have a little insight into what it’s like to be a single mom. So, in honor of the ½ decade I have spent solo parenting, here are my tiny tidbits of, let’s call them guidance and encouragement, for everyone who is about to make the leap…Read More ›
This too shall pass.
It’s something I’ve repeated to myself time and time again over the course of my 35 years. When running the 12th mile of the New York City Half Marathon in 85 degree heat and my heels felt like there were knives sticking in them, I repeated over and over, “This too shall pass…this too shall pass…this too shall pass…”Read More ›
A while back I wrote a piece about how family is a firm foundation as well as a soft place to land, and how this all hit me when I watched Ellie play soccer for the first time because every time she kicked the ball in the net, the first thing she would do is look around to find my face. Well this past weekend I was fortunate enough to spend the weekend with my two college best friends and former housemates.Read More ›
Does that sound melodramatic?
CrossFit as a metaphor for life. Even more dramatic?
I know. You want to punch me in the face, don’t you? I get it. I am drinking the Kool-aid. And it sort of sounds ridiculous. But stay with me.
When I moved from New York City to a small town in Connecticut, I knew I was going to have to find a way to meet new people.
When I mentioned to my three younger sisters that I was going to New Orleans with my best friend Shannon, my sister Mallory said, with what I took as genuine concern in her voice, “You know New Orleans is…fun…right???”Read More ›
I need a big glass of wine for this piece. I mean..I still can’t even believe I am writing it.
I want to tell you about my best friend from high school, Remy. During some of my most formative years, Remy was partner in crime, my sounding board, my secret keeper, my instigator, my friend. Remy was my person. She was part of my village before I even knew I needed to build a village.