Monthly Archives: January 2015
It was also not arm day or ab day. Or cardio day. Or much of anything day. Except maybe Facebook day. Again. I keep making promises to myself (to work out, eat better, do yoga, read a book, switch my clothes … Continue reading
I owe you a longer post, but for tonight, for this one beautiful night, I give you this, and my immense gratitude for my girlfriends. More very soon on the topic of friendship. In the meantime, just…thank you.
Call me Ms. Multitudes. Or Chalant (that would be the opposite of nonchalant, by the way). Other people have. Because I have Feelings. Maybe as many as you do, maybe more, but certainly no less. Enough to fill a wheelbarrow. … Continue reading
A little something I noticed when organizing my closets today (an exceedingly rare occurrence, so it’s nice when it’s also a learning opportunity). My work clothes (on the left) are depressed, while my workout/weekend clothes (on the right) are having … Continue reading
I am an athlete. Unless I’m a slug. Unless I’m fierce. Unless I’m afraid. Unless I’m a professional. Unless I’m a lost little kid. Unless I’m an old woman. Unless I’m a hot mama in her 40s. It all … Continue reading