These jeans …


For years, I swore off buying premium denim. It wasn’t about the cost; I truly believe a good pair of jeans is worth every penny and if you wait for the perfect pair to go on sale, it can be an especially sweet treat.

The real reason I swore it off was because I was being stubborn as hell about it: I wanted to be back in my “skinny jeans” — read as, my comfortable size — before splurging. But here’s the thing: I never got there. And I’m not really trying hard to get there now, either. Continue reading “These jeans …”


My First Half!

This weekend was my first half-marathon and you know I have to write about it. If I don’t, I’ll forget these details. And also, I’m super proud of how things went and want to share.

The race itself was kind of fun … dare I say I enjoyed it and may even want to do another?! Nothing further distance-wise;  I don’t have the desire to carve out any more time than I already do or any inclination to run a full. But I actually didn’t hate the half — except the last 3.1 miles which actually were 3.4 miles due to some flooding that caused some last-minute course changes that were not in our favor! Continue reading “My First Half!”

A Heavy Half

Confession: I’m the heaviest I’ve been since I joined Weight Watchers in 2004, not counting when I was pregnant with each kiddo. I lost the baby weight pretty easily with both of them, even got below pre-baby weight with Ben, but I couldn’t sustain the loss (which was still 10-15 above my “goal” but was OK for me). After Rachel died, I stopped working out for far too long and gained probably 8-10, and then since the fall of 2016 (stressssssss), I’ve put on another 8-10 … of which I’ve gained and lost and gained the same 7 now twice. All of which puts me squarely back at my pre-WW weight, a number I never wanted to see again … yet here I am. Continue reading “A Heavy Half”

Quoted in CNN Article: Paid Parental Leave Elusive After 25 Years

Blogging has led to many interesting opportunities. Here’s the latest!

I connected with a reporter doing a story on the lack of paid parental leave and how it impacts mothers when they return to work. She had posted in my Kveller moms group on Facebook, I shared my story and before I knew it we were chatting on the phone. It turns out we have a friend in common — gotta love Jewish geography — and I was more than happy to help bolster her argument that we absolutely NEED paid parental leave in this country. It’s insane to me that we don’t. Today is the 25th anniversary of FMLA and while it preserves a mother’s job for up to 12 weeks … it doesn’t give her pay. And it certainly doesn’t allow her to ease back into working.

Here’s the article, Paid Parental Leave Elusive After 25 Years

(It’s worth noting that I had my babies before we got bought out by my employer, VML — and VML does have paid leave. I wish to God we had had paid leave back then … it was a strain on us in so many ways and especially on me as a mom who felt like I was failing everywhere).


Musings on Being an Interfaith Family in December

Oh the weather outside is frightful …
And the fire is so delightful …

Oh I’d give anything to just curl up in jammies with cocoa, a good book, and nowhere to go / nothing to do. Honestly, that’s my holiday dream. But it’s never my reality — and it may not be yours, either. To have that dream would mean saying no to other things we love to do this time of year — and I’m not willing to do that. Instead, I’ll snag whatever down time I can get. Continue reading “Musings on Being an Interfaith Family in December”

Work Gave Me a Sabbatical …

Check out my post over at that talked about my sabbatical. It was culled down quite a bit by editors (as is publishing life!) and doesn’t mention any more the volunteering I did or how it was tied to the sabbatical but I’m still grateful for the time I had and even happier that I can share it with a broader audience!

Work Gave Me a Sabbatical and It Was the Best Thing Ever

Does your company offer a sabbatical? If so, what would you do?


The “Power” of a Photo

I was feeling all kinds of awesome today … until the official 15K race photos came out this evening.


To be honest, I’m struggling with my mixed reaction to the images.

I want to love them and be proud of them because I know what an achievement it is to run a race you’ve never run before, and to finish it with 100% gusto. I know I ought to feel nothing but pride. But I’m always honest here, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I am struggling with my visceral reaction to the pics.

Especially this one.

Continue reading “The “Power” of a Photo”