Evan and Lulu, Two years ago I set off on a mission to complete graduate school. I was 28 at the time, I had been out of college for close to 4 years, and I was fortunate enough to receive a scholarship that I could not pass on. The timing was far from ideal. You two were ages 31/2 and
Read morephoto from: http://nytshirtstore.spreadshirt.com/born-to-ride-A4615157 Several months ago after reading Christopher McDougall’s bestselling book, Born to Run, I decided I hadn’t given running a fair shot. I read the book and McDougall made me a believer. Not only was I born to run, but I was born to run with almost no cushioning between my foot and the brutal terrain. I begged running for forgiveness and cloaked
Read moreOne of my favorite things about Story Story Night (and there are many) is the way it conjures up memories I’ve forgotten were ever alive. Somewhere deep within the dusty aisles of my recollection are some raw moments that I shoved as far back as possible. There they rest stifled by darkness, forgetfulness and often times blatant embarrassment. Only when I hear other
Read moreMany people got a good laugh this week over a few unfortunate souls who openly admitted on Twitter that they thought the Titanic was simply a movie. I might be among those who chuckled, but then I instantly thought to myself “I wonder what they were thinking about when this was discussed in school?”. It’s a game I play with myself every time it
Read moreMaybe it really is the new shoes. They’ve stopped my joints from aching at night. They’ve kept my hips from seizing during runs. My arches have stopped cramping when I finish. They’ve changed my form, built new muscles, and now I’m just waiting for them to start cleaning my house. Maybe it’s because I’ve stopped comparing running to giving birth.
Read moreBeing three years old is hard. I don’t remember much from that part in my life, but I’ve observed enough three year olds to know that it’s not easy. The schedule is intense: 6:45: Wake up way too early and spend an exhaustive amount of energy waking up the rest of the household 7:00: Cry because you’re tired and don’t
Read moreI write these posts with the full intention of someday sharing them with my girls. I think it will be a small peace offering when they slowly start melding together the fact that I have no baby books for them, no sweet journal entries or letters I’ve dampened with my tears while writing to them, none of those fancy picture frames that
Read moreI remember the first time I heard about godparents. I was fascinated with the idea that at some point my own parents had to sit down and have a conversation about who they would entrust their own children with should something happen to them. I’ve always been a worrier, even at a very young age, so as soon as I
Read moreI’m from a small town in North Idaho. A forgettable town, or at least that’s what I’ve turned it into. Not a vicious town or even an unremarkable town. It’s a town comprised mostly of hard working people filled with big hearts, crushed dreams and good intentions. I think in many ways it’s symbolic of most of Idaho. We aren’t known for
Read moreEvan brought home her report card yesterday. The first of many and quite likely the best one she’ll ever receive. Knowing that it’s possible this is the only time a teacher will describe her as a “delight” I should probably do something really special with the evidence. I should frame it. Or put it in a time capsule. Freeze it?
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Chop Wood, Carry Water 