Austin’s Runners Make Lasting Connections

If Austin is a small town in a big city, then our running community must be a quirky little neighborhood. Or a bar, full of memorable characters, where everybody knows your name. Back in the day, that bar would’ve been called RunTex. When I first became a runner in the late 90’s, I gravitated toward… Continue reading Austin’s Runners Make Lasting Connections

10 Reasons to Work Out with Project Austin

Back in January 2017, my friend Ginny launched a campaign to get me to this free M/W/F workout she’d fallen in love with. “Everybody’s so nice,” she said. “I gotta warn you, though…there’s hugging.” And–because this was Ginny–the workout was, naturally, first thing in the morning. These days, it takes a lot to get me… Continue reading 10 Reasons to Work Out with Project Austin

Walking in Dr. King’s Footsteps at Austin’s Women’s March

Even though politics seems to be all anyone wants to talk about these days, it’s been hard to know exactly what to say. I’ve got drafts and drafts of half-finished pieces, all of them wrong. I intended to do an inaugural edition of my “How to Stuff a Donald Trump Piñata” (would you believe it’s… Continue reading Walking in Dr. King’s Footsteps at Austin’s Women’s March

The Only One Who Stopped Was a Homeless Man

I was slumped over the steering wheel, trying to catch my breath and calm my nerves, when he knocked on the driver’s side window. “Girl,” he said, “Are you okay? I saw what happened and I just had to come see if you were okay.” It was 7AM. I’d just left that morning’s predawn workout in downtown Austin–we’d… Continue reading The Only One Who Stopped Was a Homeless Man

True Confessions, or What I Bought and Who I Stalked at Texas Book Festival

What yearly event causes people to wander around downtown Austin, giddy after up-close-and-personal encounters with idols and in a stupor from dropping hefty amounts of cash? Did you guess South By Southwest? Nope (though, yeah, totally, all of the above’s true about SXSW). I’m talking Texas Book Festival. Texas Book Festival is a local book… Continue reading True Confessions, or What I Bought and Who I Stalked at Texas Book Festival

What I Can Do about Racism

My heart broke as I watched Diamond Reynold’s video capturing the immediate aftermath of  Philando Castile’s shooting during a routine traffic stop. I didn’t think my heart could hurt any more until  I learned that Dallas police officers had been ambushed and gunned down by a sniper. This circle of racial violence must stop. More… Continue reading What I Can Do about Racism

Geeky Interactive Map Fun

If I were given a map and dropped naked in the jungle, the results wouldn’t be pretty. Not because I couldn’t fashion rudimentary garments, craft tools and weapons, or utilize arcane bits of survival wisdom. No, it would be because I’d wander fruitlessly, killed by my lack of basic map skills. Which makes it so surprising that… Continue reading Geeky Interactive Map Fun

What Do SXSW, President Obama, and Cuba Have In Common?

Answer: They’ve been talking about racism. For the past week, the news has been full of the Obamas’ historic visit to Cuba. In today’s New York Times, a moving article described the powerful impact of the president’s most recent appearance there (“Obama Looks Past Cuba’s Post-Racial Veneer” by Damien Cave). According to Cave’s article, an… Continue reading What Do SXSW, President Obama, and Cuba Have In Common?

Making a CreativeMornings Connection

Our paths intersected and within 30 seconds, I’d learned my new friend was focusing on the word “discernment” for 2016. Fate and a narrow row of folding chairs had brought me to chat with Austin’s own “Queen of Weird,” published author, and subject of an upcoming documentary, Love in the Sixties, Aralyn Hughes. My first… Continue reading Making a CreativeMornings Connection

Connecting via Carrie Brownstein

I write constantly. Most of the time, it’s not an actual physical act. I’m writing in my head, addressing this invisible reader who is always with me. The words appear on mental pages, typed, read aloud in my voice. Often, I dream of words. Lying quietly in yoga, it’s these kernels of stories — individual… Continue reading Connecting via Carrie Brownstein