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Anxiously Engaged

We’ve been looking for a new apartment for about 6 months now. We are being “gently nudged” out of our current place and are hoping to find something a little closer to the park, a little closer to our friends, with a little more space (and with not too big a price tag). I know […]

Boys Can Be Pretty, Too

“What about these ones?” Manchild held up a box of running shoes. They were bright blue with hot pink accents. There may have been hearts on them. Clearly a pair of shoes made for a girl. Except, he didn’t know that and I didn’t have the heart to tell him. Or maybe I didn’t have […]

Being Fully Immersed

Back to life. Back to reality. Back to school pickups and meal planning, bedtimes and blogging. At first, it was painful. Forcing rusty joints to move when they’d grown accustomed to staying still. Willing cold limbs to warm up and recall how to do their thing. Remembering what it was like, back in the day […]

Miracles Never Cease

Christmas miracles are all around, people. Like that time our family Christmas party went from non-event to total party practically over night. (Okay, so maybe it was really over a year, but such is the nature of Christmas parties.) Or that other time when H&M tried to trap us in their store but we managed […]

Celebrity Sighting and Riding

I thought he might be someone I met at a church party or something. Or maybe a friend of my sister’s. Perhaps an old co-worker of Micah’s. He was biking toward me on the Manhattan Bridge, looking so familiar, and when he saw me, he smiled. A big, genuine grin. See? We were old friends. […]

Sacrifices

We live 5 people to 700 square feet. One bathroom, no car. I (mostly) love it and have little desire to think about moving elsewhere. I imagine, vaguely, that someday we will find that the city no longer suits our needs and we’ll be forced to find a new home. But I have a hard […]

The Quiet Heart

People are stupid sometimes. Thoughtless. Blind. Lost. Hurt. And we never know it. A stranger steps out in front of our bike as we’re cruising down the street, so lost in their own thoughts that they didn’t even think to look. And we silently (or not so silently) curse their carelessness – not knowing what […]

The When to Compete (part 2)

You can read The Will to Compete (Part 1) here. Every now and then I get this buzzing throughout my body that makes me want to crawl under the bed and hide for a while. It often happens when I read something by someone I know, or when I hear about someone doing well in […]

#allboy

I have two sons. They are handsome and smart and sweet. They are curious and honest. They are silly and naive. They play light sabers and princesses. They draw butterflies and ice cream cones, space scenes and robots. Their birthday cakes have been rainbows and airplanes, pink snowmen and blue pigs. Just a few weeks […]

The Running Paradox

Sometimes, I don’t sleep. Or I don’t sleep well. Or I try to go to bed at a decent hour and, somehow, my children sense this disruption in the force and try to restore equilibrium by waking up screaming multiple times. (What fun is a well-rested parent, anyway?) Sometimes, even when it seems like I […]

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Booking It

  • The Little Prince
    March 1st, 2013 | 2:28 pm

    the little princeI’m reading this with the boys. My first time. It’s amazing people. So good I almost want to cry sometimes.

  • Love 2.0
    January 28th, 2013 | 9:44 pm

    lovefredricksonLoved these thoughts on love. May have to get my hands on a copy of the book.

     

  • Maurice and Terry and Christoph
    January 7th, 2013 | 10:37 pm

    What can go wrong in a mash-up of Maurice Sendak, Terry Gross, and Christoph Niemann? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Click here to see.

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