• Books,  Life

    2019 Reading Report, Part 2: Murder, Historical Fiction, Alaska & a Reading Rut

    I’m so good at reading books in the winter. Then, spring turns into summer and it gets too hot to sit outside and read in the evenings, social obligations pop up, my work hours lengthen and flex and books that should take a few days to devour take longer and longer, full weeks, even. So, I’ve been in a reading rut. I’ve read some lovely things, especially lately, but this second reading report includes a lot of books I didn’t love or even like, a few I slogged through just so I could mark them as finished and at least one I loved until the end when nothing was settled…

  • Favorites,  Life

    Five Friday Favorites: Beer Stuff, Face Stuff & Other Stuff

    This week, y’all. It has not been kind. Here’s a few things that have made this miserable week survivable: TABOL BREWING. Earlier this year, a brewery opened less than a mile from my house and I was instantly enamored. It’s my new favorite place and I’m there almost every weekend, sometimes alone and sometimes with friends, but always with a book. Their beer is funky and wild, and their small batch offerings are ever-changing.

  • Books,  Life

    2019 Reading Report: The 1st 15 Books, My Reading Rampage & the Best Book

    Every year I line up a big stack of really incredible, much-anticipated books to read while winter slumps into spring. Then, I go on a book-reading bender. I stay up past my bedtime, I walk around the house clutching an open book, reading it as I put dishes into the dishwasher, sass the cat or just walk from one part of the house to another. I carry a book with me everywhere, reading for two minutes before my yoga class, reading while my computer restarts, reading, reading, reading. Then, I stumble upon The Best Book, the one I’ll spend the whole rest of the year thinking about, the one that…

  • Life,  Running,  Virginia

    That time I ran the Shamrock Half Marathon, Cried & Set a PR

    I spent the last four minutes of the Shamrock Half Marathon telling myself not to cry. I’d done the math. I knew I’d made it, knew I was about to set a new personal record and so, when we turned right at the Atlantic Ocean, hit the boardwalk and pushed toward the finish line, my chest tightened, my eyes watered and I felt a lot of things. “Not yet,” I said to my tears. “Breathe first, run fast, cry later.”

  • Life,  National Parks


    Today, I am 35. I feel simultaneously very old and very young, which, depending on who you ask, is exactly right. I feel grown up, but not all grown up. I feel like I’ve done a lot, but I know there’s still a lot left to do.