From Friday Night Lights to UT Alumni Band

This morning, I pulled out my piccolo and nervously fingered through some scales. I’ve laid out my clothes for this evening, and I’m looking forward to seeing my friends at practice.  Done a bit of bitching about how hot rehearsal will be. And when The University of Texas Longhorn Alumni Band takes the field this evening,… Continue reading From Friday Night Lights to UT Alumni Band

Morning Runs and Big Sky

Can you fall in love with the sky? For the last five days, I’ve spent my  mornings outdoors in northwestern Nebraska, running and walking. Exploring. Not in the big cities commonly associated with the state, but small towns–Gering, Crawford, Alliance. The settings varied: patchworks of lush neighborhood lawns, historic parade grounds and horse barns, striated… Continue reading Morning Runs and Big Sky

Athleta Brings Me One Step Closer to Model Status

Does the guidebook to a perfect life exist? Some days, holding my catalogue, I think: “Wouldn’t life be perfect if I could just be an Athleta model?” These amazing women surf, swim, run, ride bikes, play volleyball, kayak, rock climb, practice yoga, and then, casually flinging on a cover-up, go straight to date night or… Continue reading Athleta Brings Me One Step Closer to Model Status

Tiny Hands, Big Hearts, Great Times

Sleepy-eyed people, stopping in at Sweetish Hill Bakery one Wednesday morning, were picking up coffee and eyeing tempting treats on their way to work. The three of us huddled over a table off to the side, intently arranging a pair of tiny plastic hands. When we erupted in gales of guffaws, folks gave us some… Continue reading Tiny Hands, Big Hearts, Great Times

Decluttering My Closet to Accept My Body

This morning, I accepted the body I have. And that’s not a small thing. I’ve been reading The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo (as have millions of other people; this organizational self-help guide has been on the New York Times best seller list for 71 weeks and counting). I picked the book… Continue reading Decluttering My Closet to Accept My Body

When You’re Just Not Into That Workout

A friend and I were talking about signing up for races the other day. She was frustrated — stuck in a dry spell, with no desire to train for a goal or sign up for a race. As a result, she felt she was meandering through workouts, running without purpose, and losing fitness. I disagreed. “It’s… Continue reading When You’re Just Not Into That Workout

Thank You for Farting in Yoga

As farts go, it was pretty impressive. There was a bass quality to the sound, a short, trumpeting blast rather than a wimpy, vibrato-y drawn-out whistle. In the quiet yoga studio, all of us studiously working our downward-facing dog, its existence was nearly impossible to ignore. Because I have an inner 15-year-old boy, my first reaction… Continue reading Thank You for Farting in Yoga