The first time I ever felt the soaring exhalation of finishing a race, I was wearing a pair of beloved Nikes. I cannot credit those shoes for the pure determination it took to run those 13.1 miles across the bridges of Pittsburgh, but I can say it was the same spirit that led Phil Knight … Continue reading “Shoe Dog:” An Entrepreneur’s Reverie
I became a mom the day we found out we were pregnant with our first child. My heart grew in size, my prayer deepened, and my anticipation increased as we waited for her arrival. But, I'd say the day I really encountered the depth of my newly grasped motherhood was when I went back to … Continue reading One Beautiful Dream: One Beautiful Book Review
I'm a proud member of the "1990's childhood club." I danced to the Spice Girls, watched Disney's The Little Mermaid on repeat, and owned an impressive collection of gel pens. But, reading Ernest Cline's Ready Player One almost convinced me that I have a sentimentality for a decade that began 10 years before I was even conceived. Ready Player One is … Continue reading “Ready Player One” Book Review: A Love Note to the 1980’s
I can hear the cadence of my feet on the pavement. Pound. Pound. Pound. It’s a sound engrained into that weird place of my heart that accepts difficult endeavors as beautiful. It’s a sound I love, my feet falling one behind the other. Pound. Pound. Pound. My heart beats in time. This is, after all, … Continue reading A Love Note to Running
Sometimes, she feels lonely. Isolated by anxiety, self-consiousness, and fear. Sometimes, she is overwhelmed. By cleaning and laundry and dishes and all of the other things that make her feel more like a maid and less like a mom. Sometimes, she is just plain tired. She is worn out, freaked out, worried over a future … Continue reading Postpartum: What I Wish Someone Had Told Me
To travel to the end is to encounter a multitude in the middle. And, although I'm tempted to fold my ideas in half and pile them neatly on the shelf, as though they will magically turn into something beautiful on their own, what the heart needs is to just make a big mess.
I pulled into the closest parking spot available to the front door. It was a blistering 115 degrees and as I turned off the car I immediately regretted opting for the peach pants instead of something a little more forgiving of the desert heat. Did he miss the exit? My mind wandered to my husband. … Continue reading Childcare will not Defeat me