On October 8, 2016, three months after I moved from San Diego to Terre Haute, Indiana, I decided to go for a run. I wanted to be outside. I wanted to move. I wanted to feel free. I was tired of feeling run down, and trapped inside my house, my body and my mind. It
Today – February 2, 2021 – is the midpoint of
On Memorial Day of 2020, I went for a run.
When you’re going through a divorce, there are a series
Sometimes a writing idea will come to me in minutes and I’ll feverishly draft the entire thing in the Notes app of my phone. Other times, it takes months for the idea to come to
Those of you who’ve been reading my blog for a bit know that I’m a huge “West Wing” and Aaron Sorkin fan. One of my favorite episodes is the season four opener, “20 Hours in
Today is 15 Elul, 5780. Wait, aren’t we in September, you ask? Yes, technically, today is September 4, 2020. But according to the Jewish calendar, we’re in the month of Elul. The Jewish calendar does
“Think back on and write down some of the early messages you received about who you were in the world, what was possible, etc. and then look at their veracity.” My writing instructor recently shared
On October 8, 2016, three months after I moved from San Diego to Terre Haute, Indiana, I decided to go for a run. I wanted to be outside. I wanted to move. I wanted to
On Memorial Day of 2020, I went for a run. It was a hot and humid day. My anxiety was on high as I ran with only myself as company. I really didn’t have much
When you’re going through a divorce, there are a series of steps you have to take. First step, file the documents with the county clerk’s office. Second step, attend mediation or hire an attorney. Third
In March 2019, I attended the Power of Narrative conference in Boston with my close friend, Ann marie. The time spent with her was not only wonderful for our friendship and for inspiring our writing,
Other than my college dormitory rooms, I never lived alone; by myself. And one could argue that despite the fact I had my own dorm room, living in the residence halls is hardly living alone.
This is not your typical back-to-school blog post. In September 1987, I started my seventh grade year in middle school. My biggest worry was whether I’d be able to handle being placed in GATE classes
When I started this blog, Sophie was a mere 2-years-old. I wrote about all those new milestone moments of motherhood, like going from the crib to a toddler bed, saying goodbye to the baby monitors,
Today is a bittersweet day. It’s Sophie’s last day of fifth grade; her last day of elementary school. She’s now officially a sixth grader, bound for middle school in August. Some days, it feels like
On November 6, I turned 45. In December, Leah’s Thoughts will be 11 years old. That means I’ve been writing this blog since I was 34! That’s crazy to me, and to think about my
“Writing and running are dual pursuits that enable the illusion of control, a way of ordering the world through carefully crafted sentences and mile splits.” I didn’t write that sentence, but I easily could have;
I went in to write my annual “blog-versary” post to commemorate ten years of blogging and it hit me: Not only is this ten years of blogging, but I started this blog on the dawn
On October 8, 2016, three months after I moved from San Diego to Terre Haute, Indiana, I decided to go for a run. I wanted to be outside. I wanted to move. I wanted to feel free. I was tired of feeling run down, and trapped inside my house, my body and my mind. It
Today – February 2, 2021 – is the midpoint of winter, which means we’re halfway to spring. It is also Imbolc, which in the Celtic seasonal calendar signals the beginning of spring and the stirrings of new life. It is the promise of renewal, of hidden potential, and of earth awakening. It’s a time of
On Memorial Day of 2020, I went for a run. It was a hot and humid day. My anxiety was on high as I ran with only myself as company. I really didn’t have much desire to move; but I did it anyway because I had this idea in my head to run around the
Sometimes a writing idea will come to me in minutes and I’ll feverishly draft the entire thing in the Notes app of my phone. Other times, it takes months for the idea to come to fruition. Or it starts as one thing and morphs into something else. This post is an example of a piece
Those of you who’ve been reading my blog for a bit know that I’m a huge “West Wing” and Aaron Sorkin fan. One of my favorite episodes is the season four opener, “20 Hours in America.” The episode begins with President Bartlett giving a campaign speech at an Indiana farm. After being left behind by
Today is 15 Elul, 5780. Wait, aren’t we in September, you ask? Yes, technically, today is September 4, 2020. But according to the Jewish calendar, we’re in the month of Elul. The Jewish calendar does not follow Western calendar dates because it’s based on the lunar cycle. That’s why Jewish holidays always fall on different
“Think back on and write down some of the early messages you received about who you were in the world, what was possible, etc. and then look at their veracity.” My writing instructor recently shared that idea as a prompt. Reading her truths and thinking about the idea of the messages we receive about our
On October 8, 2016, three months after I moved from San Diego to Terre Haute, Indiana, I decided to go for a run. I wanted to be outside. I wanted to move. I wanted to feel free. I was tired of feeling run down, and trapped inside my house, my body and my mind. It
On Memorial Day of 2020, I went for a run. It was a hot and humid day. My anxiety was on high as I ran with only myself as company. I really didn’t have much desire to move; but I did it anyway because I had this idea in my head to run around the
When you’re going through a divorce, there are a series of steps you have to take. First step, file the documents with the county clerk’s office. Second step, attend mediation or hire an attorney. Third step, eventually divide up the household goods and bank accounts. And the list continues … There are instructions you’re given
In March 2019, I attended the Power of Narrative conference in Boston with my close friend, Ann marie. The time spent with her was not only wonderful for our friendship and for inspiring our writing, but the days served as a turning point for me. I spent the majority of that time talking to Ann
This is not your typical back-to-school blog post. In September 1987, I started my seventh grade year in middle school. My biggest worry was whether I’d be able to handle being placed in GATE classes (gifted and talented education, GT, advanced classes, as they’re called). Spoiler alert: I did well in nearly all the subjects;
When I started this blog, Sophie was a mere 2-years-old. I wrote about all those new milestone moments of motherhood, like going from the crib to a toddler bed, saying goodbye to the baby monitors, birthday celebrations, first days of school, how I got her to stop sucking her thumb, struggles with shoe shopping, her
On November 6, I turned 45. In December, Leah’s Thoughts will be 11 years old. That means I’ve been writing this blog since I was 34! That’s crazy to me, and to think about my life then and now, and how much it’s changed. In November 2009, I was living in San Diego and working
“Writing and running are dual pursuits that enable the illusion of control, a way of ordering the world through carefully crafted sentences and mile splits.” I didn’t write that sentence, but I easily could have; because I share those exact sentiments. Those words were written by Jaclyn Gilbert in an essay entitled “The Need for
