When I was little, I was very insistent about the fact that I wanted to be a writer when I grew up—but not a journalist. An author, yes; a novelist, yes. As the fiercely independent daughter of a longtime newspaper…
This week, as I was reviewing photos from my recent “work” trip to run trails in Iceland and write about them, I couldn’t help but think, Damn, my life is awesome. … a sentiment which was immediately swallowed by my…
As the country, if not the world, struggles to come to terms with what happened in Boston on Monday, the Internet is filled with people’s stories of how close they were to the blasts—how many minutes before or after 4:09…
Six weeks ago, I wrote this on my blog: I think one of the great things about transitions, whether you’re initiating them yourself or struggling to adjust as they’re thrown your way, is that they offer the opportunity for radical…
