As I slogged up the hills on my first mountain bike ride of the season, sweating, panting, and seriously in doubt about whether I would make it home again, I reflected on how out of shape I was. Spring had most definitely sprung in Boise, and it was already in the 50’s at 9 in…
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The days are long but the years are short
Smalls is now the age Red was when we moved to Boise. When I was 35 weeks pregnant – with Smalls. I hear this phrase all the time, the days are long, but the years are short. I acknowledge it intellectually, I understand it’s true, but normally I’m stuck down so deep in those long…
Why Thank You Cards for Teachers should be given in January (or why I’m justifying my procrastination)
I’m embarrassed to say we missed giving Red’s kindergarten teacher her Christmas gift before winter break started. There are lots of excuses I could offer for why that happened, but I think we all know what a parent’s to do list looks like the last week in December, so I’ll leave it at that! Last…
Me Time
I’m running. My brain unfurls like a flag in the wind, fluttering and snapping and creating room for all my thoughts. I soar, I dream, screeds of my book get written, blog posts unravel in front of me. And then I get home and open the door to noise and light and kids screaming and…
Petroglyph Hunting on the Snake River – #optoutside on Black Friday
I love the movement to #optoutside on Black Friday! My husband took a vacation day, and we intentionally decided to have a quiet Thanksgiving break, with 4 days of staying home, eating good food, and spending time outdoors. I’m a writer; not just of this blog, and of business related content, but I’m also in…
The Weight of You: A Thanksgiving Ode to Smalls
Parenthood is full of contradictions. I should point out, however, that the next person to tell me ‘the days are long but the years are short‘ will get throat punched. Not because it isn’t true, I understand deeply that it is true, I’m mired in it. Every time Smalls gives something up; diapers, a crib,…