Fighting for Us

I have a confession.  I wrote the post below about a month ago.  And I haven’t published it until now because I was scared.  First off, I was scared I would totally freak out my mother-in-law, whom I dearly love and who is an avid blog reader.  I didn’t want her to think my marriage was in a scary place or that Steve and I weren’t okay.  Second, it’s just scary to be vulnerable when you’re in the thick of things.  It’s much easier to talk about hard stuff when you’ve come out the other end, and all is well in the world.   Continue reading


On Grief

I realized the other day that I talked to my grandpa almost every weekday for three years.  And now he’s gone.

His death has somewhat a source of sadness, but mainly a source of celebration.  He was 91 years old and lived an absolutely amazing life.  He did so many things.  He traveled, he had a wonderful job, a great home, and generally good health.

But most importantly, his life was full of love. Continue reading


The Half: 13.1 miles, a nursing break, and 234598757 hills later

This past Sunday I ran the St. Louis Rock N Roll Half Marathon.  I’ve run half marathons before, but this was my first one post-Lilah.  You know, my first half post I-gained-40-lbs-and-then-squeezed-a-watermelon-out-of-my-vag.  And let me tell you, things have been different.  It’s not just that I’m slower.  It’s the peeing on myself, the super SUPER early runs, the nursing, the change in body composition.  It’s quite a change. Continue reading