Life is exquisite.

Part pain, part joy; all parts worthwhile.


When I look back on the year that was, I become even more convinced that life is so much more than the moments that we think will define us.


It’s not about what hits us.  It’s about how we react to the ebbs and flows of this journey.


This year has been an incredible gift.


Moments that have brought me to my knees in weakness.


And others that have made me soar on wings like eagles.

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There is more to come; chapters left unwritten.


Moments of joy to be had.


I can’t wait to see what’s in store for us.



I’m hopeful it’s a new year filled with reminders that this one life is ours to live.




A love story in three parts

Part 1

A girl lands at a small midwestern university hundreds of miles from home.

On move in day she meets another girl who has also traveled far to make this campus her home.

The two girls bond during multiple trips to Meijer where they purchase Ramen noodles, candles galore and the occasional random dorm room necessity like a chair that flips to a single bed.

They meet two other girls their first semester. They marvel at how they all have chosen this place.

The four of them become a team.


The next four years are spent commiserating over papers due, boyfriends gained and lost, dreams for the future.

They pick different majors.

Some join sororities or play sports.

But the four of them remain a crew.

They travel to Florida for spring breaks and make the journey across the water where Europe will temporarily pull them apart (some for longer than others).

They always come back to each other.

They move in to a house their senior year and vow that nothing;

no one ever will take them away from each other.

They graduate.


Part 2

Their wings take them in different directions, move them down different paths.

One gets married and moves to DC.


Two others start their lives in Boston.

And the fourth heads to Rochester to carve her own way.

They gather every four months or so in one of those cities to navigate the waters of adulthood together.



There are more weddings.


They move cities and they begin to build their families.

Their friendship is the constant.

There are fights. Moments of anger with each other.

They endure the growing pains of life.

As always they come back together.

They turn 30.

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Part 3

Life gets real.

There are miscarriages.

There is a marital crisis.

A parent dies.

The friendship becomes more-they are a family.


And now their babies are the visual reminders of their friendship.

The children are “cousins” the other mom’s are the “aunts”.

There is a divorce.

New life changes.

Another parent dies.

They cling to each other like life rafts.

They are fiercely protective of one another and the love they share.


And now as they sit, staring down the hallway of 40, they plan for 40th birthday trips to Key West where spouses and children aren’t welcome.

Not because those men and those babies aren’t important or central.

No, it’s because this friendship deserves a singular moment where the women can honor the role they have played in each others lives.

And that one girl.

The girl who traveled to that small midwestern university with no idea where the path would take her.

She now wonders if these girls,

these women,

who have seen her through more seasons of life then she could have ever imagined,

if that maybe they aren’t her great love story.

These ladies just might be the love of her life.

She can’t wait for their next chapter together.


Running away with the year

In December 2013 I made a New Year’s Resolution.

It was pretty simple actually.

I would complete a race for every month of 2014.

Didn’t matter the distance or the location.

The challenge would be in committing myself to step away from the solitude I most appreciated in running and learn to love the run in whatever form it came to me.


Here I am 11 months later-

1 sprained toe,

1 first place finish (for my age group mind you),

2 rounds of cortisone injections,

3 half marathons,

4 pairs of running shoes,

11 races,

75.8 racing miles across 3 states.

I have improved my 4 miler time by a whopping 4 minutes and knocked off 3 minutes from my first half marathon in April to my last half marathon in October.


I have spent more time with my treadmill then my dog.

I have vomited, wiped my mouth and kept on running.

I have broken down in tears from the exhaustion, the emotion, the pain.

I share all of this because I am proud.

I have earned every last moment of this shameless brag.


I am stronger than I ever imagined.


If given the choice to run a 10 miler on my on or a crowded 5k, I would still choose the 10 miler. But, what I have learned, is how to quiet my head and calm my heart regardless of who is running beside me.


Just one more race to go, a holiday four miler.

In all honesty it feels a bit anti-climactic.

I know I will finish.

I know I will feel joy and accomplishment at the end.

The real victory is in the gift I have already been given.

That gift was unwrapped somewhere along mile 2 on a 8 degree race day in January of 2014.

The women who has never considered herself an athlete now understands what it feels like to be a warrior.