The Hustle Was Not Real
It can’t always be suites at The Four Seasons and cruise ship state rooms. Sometimes, it’s an dilapadated room at an airport hotel in Biloxi, MS that was surely once the scene of a homicide. That’s where our day started and it just got better from there. Like…
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The Best Time for Going
In 1998, I had a cassette deck in my Dodge Neon and I played Usher’s album My Way so many times I burned through the tape. Twice. Twenty-five years later and I’m still the same girl. Packed up and on a road trip to nowhere, for reasons known…
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Wyoming
Earlier this month I spent almost two weeks in Wyoming. After an emergency landing in Idaho Falls and an Uber ride through Teton Pass, we arrived in Jackson. Raised on the coast, I’ve always thought of myself as an ocean girl. Never intimidated, but always at home, I’m…
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With My Headphones On
Rose gold Beats are my signature. I wear them everywhere I go: airports, airplanes, the grocery store, the gym, the trail, the sidelines, the stands, and the spa. I love music and I love a good podcast, so here’s a weekly roundup of what I listened to and,…
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Signal Mountain
I don’t really hike. I can’t read maps or use a compass, I don’t have walking polls, sturdy boots, or those durable pants with all the pockets. Turns out, my older son is a land navigation wizard, but he sure didn’t get it from me. When I say,…
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Rizz
Lyle and I had a great first day on our little trip. We left our home in northern Virginia and stopped off at Virginia Tech to visit my younger son who is a freshman there. Here’s some things that happened today. Someone yelled, “Yo, your dog’s got rizz,”…
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The Day That Came
A pressing concern for single parent is this, “What happens to my children if something happens to me?” Where will they go? Who will take care of them? My boys don’t have an every-other-weekend dad, or a dinner-on-Wednesday-night dad, or a can-you-stay-with-your-dad-while-I-travel-for-work dad, or a maybe-your-dad-could-drive-you-to-practice dad. They…
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Do It ‘Til Your Legs Hurt
One of the highlights of each week is my endurance cycle class on Sunday morning. Ok, well, it isn’t my class, it is a class I take with a group of some of my favorite people. Which makes it feel like mine. This is an endurance class during…
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Day Drunk in Harvard Square
It’s not really like me to drink, much less drink during the day. But I had to make a quick trip home to Boston and my best friend from kindergarten agreed to shuttle me to and from Logan airport. After visiting my parents and taking care of what…
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