I love words. And I love words that aren’t even real words. My current favorite is discombobulated. Isn’t that a great word?! And man, I cannot think of a better word to describe our family on most our adventures. 🙂 Why do I choose a word every year? Every year for the last 8 years I’ve…

Let’s pretend for a moment that we are sitting across the table from one another. An old oak table, worn smooth and polished by the thousands of fingertips strummed along its surface. We pull our mugs of coffee close and I ask, How have you been? Imagine your response. I will imagine it also. I…

Right now the warm water is pressing up to my toes, as my heels sink down in the sand. The mountains are green from the fresh snowmelt and somewhere in them are my two oldest children, away at their first overnight camp. I am not gonna lie, we’ve been struggling with our kids getting older….

Even now, I sit in front of my computer, fretting over what to say and how to say it. While I love writing, sometimes I just wish I could sit across the table with you and a warm cup of coffee and just chat. Chat about having kids and loving the outdoors. About awesome trips…

I pedal easy on my stationary bike, people still trickling in before class starts, but it is almost go time. It is my second time to this spin class and I love that, so far, it hasn’t been crowded. Only 5-6 people for a room filled with 20 bikes. I hate when it gets all stuffy and…

It took five days. FIVE days to get my”chill” on. For good or bad, I would define my family as weekend warriors. What is a weekend warrior? Well, as a family we don’t want to squander or miss a moment of time we can be playing. Our weekends keep us recharged for the sometimes long…

Well, I made it. Last September I decided (to try) to learn to like running. I had been running here and there, off and on, all summer. In September, I decided to chose a goal (first I thought I’d try a half marathon, then decided “go big or go home” and I entered the lottery…

I ran slow. The snow fell fast. Light and heavy at the same time. I ran for quiet. I ran for thinking. I ran for peace and resolve and purpose. I ran for answers, I ran for wonder. I ran. Step after step. Beat after beat. Beat. Step. Beat. Beat me up. These times… the…

But we think it should be. Don’t we? I wrote a few weeks ago, “It is infuriating to go through each day and feel as though you are not winning in any area. In motherhood, in fitness, in finances, in healthy eating, in laundry, in cleaning, in schooling… I often wonder if I can ever…