I wake up a few hours before dawn, something that’s happening with increasing frequency, leaving me staring into the blackness, the void. Tangled with doubt – doubt about everything and anything including my ability to actually complete the book I’m writing, my son’s transition to a new school, the current rate we’re all consuming resources,…

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Biking Cascade Lake DuPont

The magic of entering a destination into my phone and it telling me step-by-step directions means never getting lost. While I might not exactly be lost, neither can I claim to really know where I am. I pack my schedule so full, going from one place to another, trusting my phone to tell me that…

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The sensory stimuli of traveling in Africa and Europe intoxicated me with the intense aliveness that comes with experiencing new places and meeting different people. When my six-year-old son and I arrived home, I felt let down that the big trip had ended. Now was the time to roll up my sleeves to catch up…

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When my friend, Thalia, asked me to register for The Collier Lilly Ride to raise Money for the Outward Bound School, I had my doubts. Her long blond ponytail bobbed behind her as she encouraged me. “C’mon, it’ll be fun.” I’d spent more hours behind my computer than on my saddle. Getting behind my desk…

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My son began speaking late, but once he started he told me memories of being a baby and a toddler. I’d thought he was too young to understand what was happening. He started these stories with, “when I was a little boy,” a preamble that always made me laugh. I’d marvel at the thoughts that…

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Mountain Mama: The Trouble With Tomorrow

I thought I’d have time. So I squeeze in one more errand before I give myself permission to play with my son in the forest. I pour over my retirement plan instead of meeting my friend to ride bikes. I put my work life over connecting with friends on a hike. Not because I don’t…

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Ski The Conditions You Have

A few months ago I splurged on a ski cabin to take my winter-loving boy to the slopes. His favorite season is winter (admittedly sometimes I look at him and wonder if he’s really my son, as my attitude tends to surviving more than enjoying the colder months). Southern Appalachia’s fickle weather makes it impossible…

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When I cut images of women on bikes from magazines and pasted them onto my vision board, I vowed to make a few solid changes to my daily routines.

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People celebrate the winter solstice to acknowledge winter’s arrival and look forward to the increasing light as the countdown to spring begins.

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Just saying the word “routine” gives me a trapped, suffocating feeling. I’ve resisted it, opting for a job that requires equal parts travel and desk time, which I can do anywhere I can plug in a laptop and grab a cup of coffee.

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The small mountain town I live in is the path of totality for the solar eclipse. For a couple minutes I hope to stand in darkness during the middle of the day, seeing stars and even planets.

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