I ran again this morning. And I fell again. Hard. Not the “oops I tripped” kind of fall, but the ungraceful “oh shit” down-on-my knees-and-ripped my-leggings-and-skinned-my-hands kind of fall. It’s not the first time this has happened. My parents did not grace me with any sort of—well—grace; thus, if there…

What’s entirely wrong with the concept of A. E. Waite’s “Fool” I just got into tarot card reading. And by “reading,” I mean drawing a card and referencing A.E. Waite’s guidebook for its meaning. …

“You’re going to want to stay straight going down this rapid. Whatever you do, don’t go left,” advised our river guide. “Also, don’t go too far to the right. And be careful of that big drop.” I was on the banks of the Green River somewhere (either Colorado or Utah…

What my dog taught me about control (or lack thereof) — The other morning I woke early—before the sun was up—and my mind, as it usually does, immediately turned on. …

What I learned from the land of Pura Vida — It was precisely 2:30 on a Thursday afternoon when I found myself using all of my appendages to bounce off of rocks as I wobbled through the rapids near the Arenal Volcano in La Fortuna, Costa Rica. …

What I’ve learned in one year of running a business — If you have a young child in your home, chances are you’re singing Encanto songs under your breath at all hours of the day … not necessarily because you want to, but because they’re so damn catchy you just can’t help it. The other night around 2:30 a.m. I found…

How one question changed the trajectory of my life — I’ve defined my life by running. Some of my best memories are running marathons. I’ll never forget running the Rock ‘n’ Roll Marathon in Savannah: It was mile 20 or 21 or something like that, and we were crossing through a neighborhood toward the finish line. One very old woman—probably…

Three causes of imposter syndrome and my suggestion for moving beyond it — This morning I opened my eyes to the sound of my 14-year-old chocolate lab peeing on our carpet … for the second time this week. (It may be time for Depends for Dogs.) After jumping up, letting her out, and then cleaning up the mess as my husband groaned in…

What I believe to be the root of women and unhappiness — What are the whispers you hear when it’s quiet? What are the thoughts that you push away as quickly as you can, hearing them approach like a distant train whistle and mentally cramming them in a corner of your brain before the whistle turns to a deafening roar? I’m reading…