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

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

Beaches, Tanning, and Sunscreen

The two of us floated in the crystal-clear turquoise seawater of Hawksnest Bay and talked about tanning as teenagers. Background: I packed two one-gallon plastic bags of sunscreen for our week-long getaway to St. John, USVI. There was the ultra sunblock for extra-sensitive baby skin (yes, even though I’m 53, I wear baby sunscreen) and some… Continue reading Beaches, Tanning, and Sunscreen

Getting Rid of Spider Veins is a Process

Ah, vanity. There are two sayings about appearance that stick with me. One–“beauty knows no pain!”–is always uttered snidely, usually in association with some ridiculous length that I have gone to in order to look stylish (truly inappropriate, yet cute, footwear, or torturously binding “shaping” garments). The other is a saying often attributed to Coco Chanel but… Continue reading Getting Rid of Spider Veins is a Process

I Want to Be Kacy Catanzaro

The other day, my husband shared a video with me. You’ve probably seen it–Kacy Catanzaro, who weights all of about 100 pounds, a gymnast, totally slays the American Ninja Warrior course in the Dallas finals. She’s the first woman to ever finish it. We were gasping and cheering as we watched. We were still talking… Continue reading I Want to Be Kacy Catanzaro