When I was a little girl, my neighbour’s Nanny and Grampy had THE BEST tree climbing tree, which we were forbidden to climb. Naturally, we climbed it anyway – at every opportunity – and would sit in the branches feeling quite on top of the world. If I’m completely honest, tree climbing was never my… Continue reading on climbing trees
The best things in life really are the little things.
Like that extra loop around the pond, just for me.
Every time I lace up and hit the trail, I lose myself in thought. My thoughts are often heavy with worry and anxiety when I set out and lighten with each step. Sometimes, by the time I finish my run, my mind has gone to mush and I’m riding a runner’s high. Sometimes, I’m still… Continue reading Carnival Mirrors
I was reaching into the ice box at work to grab my ice pack with a bit of a limp recently when a coworker asked what was wrong. I explained that I was icing my knee post-run. My hair was wet from the shower I’d had before I raced back to the office, along with… Continue reading Just for me.
Yesterday, F and I laced up (or in his case, Velcroed) our sneakers, grabbed a bottle of water and hit the pavement after a long, busy day of being out and about in the sunshine. Lately, F has wanted to take a stuffy with him everywhere he goes, and he chose his Princess Toadstool for… Continue reading “Your” vs. “The”