Inhaler of newborn smells I’m going to burn up this year. My favorite Equinox instructor (and my friend), Rebecca, always tells us, when we are dying in her hard-core fitness classes, that the burn means that change is happening in our bodies. We want that burn. We need that burn. Even if we are screaming and whining like little girls on the inside. She always reminds us we can do it and Continue Reading
Thirteen
Inhaler of newborn smells His milestone is my milestone. He is 13 today. My firstborn love. Luke Christopher. He is the one who ushered me into the joy and chaos of Motherhood. The uber-special-mother-son bond began after an uneventful labor and one and a half hours of pushing through and pushing out. At 10:50 a.m. on a Tuesday morning he was given to me. I will NEVER EVER forget Continue Reading
Chop Chop
All I wanted was a fresh, sassy haircut. Not the sassy-pants visceral responses from my beloved children. I bravely chopped off my A-line bob, which I had been calling the “mom-bob”. I say bravely, because I am surrounded by women with long to very long locks of flowing, or wavy, or stick straight hair. But still long. I was blessed with very fine hair, and have had shorter hair most of my Continue Reading
Cigarette Girl
It was summer. 1979. I just finished 3rdgrade with a wonderful teacher, Mrs. Finefield. I was nine. I wore the Rainbow Shirt. You know that shirt that had the rainbow splashed from left arm, across the chest and onto the right arm? Super groovy. I was a child. And I smoked all summer long. (You can gasp now.) My mom was a smoker. She had been smoking for decades. She always had a carton Continue Reading
Tales from the Toilet
I am literally sitting in my bathroom. And yes, I do keep little notebooks EVERYWHERE for when “aha-writing-moments” appear. Which is often, but I don’t always stop long enough to jot it all down. But, I digress. I am in here not due to tummy catastrophe but because a tantruming child is outside the door. He or she (I won’t give it away) is pounding on the door and apparently did not read Continue Reading
Inhaling Sunshine
The first mile of a run is always tough.Its the worst part of the run. It feels terrible. You huff and puff. You second guess why you even got out for a run. You doubt yourself and your ability to run at all. You may even tell yourself it’s totally ok to turn around, go home, and get another cup of coffee and cozy up on the sofa. And then…you turn the infamous running corner. Your breathing Continue Reading
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