Today is the Little Rock Marathon, an event that has drawn elite athletes and weekend runners and ... me. At least for the 5K. What can I say, I like wearing medals like I'm Mr. T. I've never much been into running as my calorie-burning activity of choice. I enjoy the scenery and the commune… Continue reading Born to run?
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Wordless: Potential
The world seems a little more hopeful when these are the first things you see when you step outside. Small gestures, sure, but it it is an indicator of what a majestic and captivating place earth truly is.
Dear Me
If I could tell the young me anything, it would be to stay strong. And to stay away from certain boys, of course. And to not get that really short bob, although it did come in handy when playing The Artful Dodger in Oliver. But still. Not that young me would have listened to any of… Continue reading Dear Me
Sun and milk
The clouds have broken, and blades of sunlight pierce through. With spring comes daffodils sprouting with unbridled optimism, renewed hope everywhere, thunderstorms galore, and aggressive allergies. I'll take it. And to make up for my moribundity, a silly photo.
Dark days
“To say a person is a happy person or an unhappy person is ridiculous. We are a thousand different kinds of people every hour.” — Anthony Doerr, Memory Wall: Stories On the darkest days, I think of how I would end it all. In blue skies I only see an expanse of gray, brooding clouds… Continue reading Dark days
Wordless Wednesday: Crunk it up!
My brother and I used to fight like cats and dogs. Now, we share the same oddball sense of humor and occasionally fight like cats and dogs. What did Tolstoy say at the beginning of Anna Karenina? Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. Only he knows our particular dysfunction.… Continue reading Wordless Wednesday: Crunk it up!
Mixing memory and desire
Music has always been a vital part of my life, probably since the womb. I have my parents to thank for that. They encouraged me to pursue the arts, dance and (musical) theater in particular. I almost had a close call with playing the flute in band, but terrified sixth grade me backed out at… Continue reading Mixing memory and desire
Project management
While Nick is getting a jump on some spring cleaning (new vacuum - thanks, parents!), I'm busy plotting our next big project(s). The list is getting intimidating, but also very inspiring: 1/ Painting - finish up kitchen and then move on to office. Since I spend quite a good amount of time in our office,… Continue reading Project management
The days are just packed
What a whirlwind of a week. And not in a bounding giddily through the snow, catalog life sort of way. More like in a flirt with death driving to work in the snice, then come home and feel deflated/defeated kind of way. I think snow days and shorter days make me sullen. A far cry… Continue reading The days are just packed
Snow going
I'm in one of those professions in which you always come to work, rain, sleet, snow, tornado, flood, tsunami, hurricane, earthquake, end of times. In fact, we tend to run toward the disaster instead of away from it. Of course, our intrepid reporters do more of that. I just have to make it into the… Continue reading Snow going
One, Wild & Precious 