It’s been quiet in this space for awhile. Me, always confused about the business side of me and the mom-blogger-figuring-it-out side of me. Last week I say to Chad, I think I want to go back to Running Chatter. Why? he asks as if I haven’t said this sort of thing a hundred times before.Shouldn’t my business thoughts and personal thoughts be separate? Just be you, he tells me, all of it is you. Just be you. . . easier...
The alarm sounds at 2:30. I hear him shuffling around in the darkness. From my warm, cozy spot in the bed I hear sounds from the bathroom–water running, toothbrush moving, the sound of snow pants being pulled on, the buckling of a belt. On the other side of the room, outside the window, I hear...
We have an art gallery in our living room. Twenty-six handmade pieces of one-of-a-kind art secured to the wall with Scotch Tape, hanging, slightly crooked, under our stairs for all the world (or our family) to enjoy. The gallery began about two weeks ago, during a winter storm. The wind whistled outside while snowflakes danced...
It began with a family meeting. At least for my siblings and I, that’s how it began. Surely my parents had been discussing it for months or even years before that late winter evening. I think it was February. It could have been March. It was dark outside and the kitchen was illuminated by the...
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I struggle with the personal vs. the not-so-personal (race recaps, dry reporting of hiking with family and exploring Arkansas, that sort of thing) things to write about on my blog. Personally? I really enjoy the behind-the-scenes and stories you share here, and I like reading about other bloggers stories of their lives, too. And Boston!! Wow!! You go, girl! : )
I agree, Katie. I will bend toward the personal every time. Maybe it’s personality, but real life tends to pull me in. 🙂