Do you have travel anxiety? I didn’t know this was a thing. One day, Juan (I believe this is who told me about this) brought up my packing style. I’m second guessing if this is whom I actually had the convo with, but the message has stuck with me, whoever
Can your Mother disown you at 35? Asking for a friend. HAHA! Kidding, mostly! But seriously, she was a champ about it all, BUT I do know how much she detests what I did. Well, I should say what WE did. Lil and I. 35 years later, about 25 years
Millennials are good for something… …like faux national holidays celebrating food or random things for social media, being overly active in expressing their feelings, and a whole bunch of other sarcastic things you can insert here. However, one thing I can totally get behind is the creation of Take Your
I’ve been wanting to write this for awhile… ..but over the last six-plus months this topic has been sitting in my drafts section, my life and role in L’s life have changed. So instead of talking about it in the first person, I can now write about it with reflection, since
An intangible gift for my beloved Poppa Bear. Dear Dad, It’s your 35th Father’s Day! Not for any particular reason should this one be extra special, but I decided to do something different this year. Instead, I wanted to come here and share with the world (who reads my blog)
I didn’t realize it’s been F O U R years since I’ve run this race. I literally thought I ran it two years ago. But, NO! I think I remember why. I actually love the reason this race exists. Women ONLY race in my favorite city, Sacramento. That’s pretty rad.
No expectations, no worries. Since this race was literally one-week post break-up with J, I was still a huge emotional mess. I knew that wouldn’t stop me from physically running this race, but I also didn’t care about it. AT. ALL. Literally, it was the furthest thing from my mind.
I think I lost my manual somewhere. HAHA. I can’t even type that without smiling and laughing. There is NO manual for being whatever you want to call the role that I played in L’s life. Bonus Mom is probably the most accurate because I wasn’t her Step Mom. I’m not her
2/3 of the way done. When you start training six weeks kinda sounds daunting. Now that I’m in the thick (if you can be in the thick with only six weeks) of it, it seems to be flying past me. The halfway mark felt like I hit the wall. I’m
SF Giants BASEBALL to be exact. Not ideally where I’d like to start the season, but just happy it’s STARTING! Just in case you don’t follow the G-men and/or baseball, the SF Giants will be starting the 2018 MLB season against the Dodgers in LA. I feel gross even writing