No baby yet. But, this happened: I imagine this is more or less how I’ll feel once baby boy has made his journey into the world outside my uterus and I’ve regained full physical autonomy, or maybe at least how I’ll feel in my dreams as I snatch precious little bits of sleep. But for now, I wait. I wait. I sleep. I cross tasks off … Continue reading Sitting in Limbo (37 weeks)
I like big thighs. Big bottoms too. And wide, firm hips, strong calves, and powerful cores. But mostly, right now, it’s the thighs that have me thinking. If you read this blog regularly, you probably know that I’ve got some hangups about my body, and some issues with what constitutes beautiful in this unique (though maybe not abnormal) culture of Los Angeles where I’ve spent … Continue reading I Like Big Thighs.
On Sundays I run. I run two or three (or on a really good week, four) other days a week, but those long Sunday runs are sacred – every time out is another extended attempt at peace, a slow, sweaty slog until I hit mile three or four or six when finally all of the energy, all of the motion creates quiet in my mind. … Continue reading I feel bad about my butt.
I am not at all the kind of person who should be running obsessed. I drink, I smoke, I eat more fried food than a Southern Baptist. I went to art school. I am in no way graced with the runner’s physical frame, and with the exception of Bay Area baseball, I am beyond ambivalent about competitive sports. And yet, everything about my brain is … Continue reading Why I Run.
There is no better day of the week than the weekend. And there is no better kind of weekend than an almost universally observed long weekend – just enough people celebrating their extra day of freedom that you don’t feel lonely, not so many that you feel claustrophobic. This long weekend, though, was top to bottom one of the best I’ve had in a very, … Continue reading Weekenders.
My runs this weekend made up for every run I’ve missed over the last two months. No more complaining – as usual, Marin County has cured me of all of my woes. This is what I saw at the beginning of the run: And this is what I saw at the end of the run: And this is what I saw through all the miles … Continue reading Give Me The Cure
This week I became a bad mother. That indestructible golden thread that holds everything together, woven from the strength of motherhood, finally began to fray, finally has proven itself not so indestructible after all. It started a few weeks ago when the stomach flu and a day care cold turned into a touch of pneumonia (a scary word for all parents, but especially for us), … Continue reading Oatmeal at Dawn
It’s been a rough week around here, full of sleepless nights and visits to urgent care, emergency pages to the pediatrician and cabin fever all around. But finally, finally, it seems that we have turned a corner. The baby slept the whole night through, my husband got bed early, and I managed to finish my last paper of the semester just in the nick of … Continue reading Breathe In, Breathe Out
We all know the rule. Never go to an animal shelter, dog rescue or parking lot adoption event if you don’t plan on taking a new pet home with you. It was the day after Christmas, Moonbear and I had been living together for a year in Angelino Heights, a historic preservation islet in the middle of Echo Park in LA. We had moved in … Continue reading Telepathy is real.
One of the best things about being home is getting back into my running routine. A short run and a long run on the weekends, the just long enough 4.5-mile dark of the morning once or twice during the week. I started running when I was twelve or thirteen, plodding along next to my marathoner dad on the view-laden roads of the neighborhoods up around … Continue reading I miss running in the dark.