The solid path was roughly three feet wide, narrower in certain spots as my sister, our friend, and I made our way up the side of a ginormous rock to Observation Point at Zion National Park. Other hikers would pause their stride to let another pass. If you looked at the side of the rock … Continue reading BS Adventures: Zion National Park
I've been downsizing for the last several years – from a duplex to a room rental to a studio. Each time I move I try to sell or donate anything I don’t need or love (and I’m often surprised at how the definition of what I really need changes.) I started thinking of what it … Continue reading Home Sweet Tiny Home!
It turns out that so much of recovering from trauma is just LIVING a really good life! We'll be posting a lot more about our adventures in the blogs to come... starting with this one: Sometimes I really wish we just lived in the same town so we could do this all the time! On … Continue reading BS Bike Rides & Benefits
I was going to write about this new relationship I’m in, but we broke up. He told one “white” lie which revealed one off-white lie and that was that. I don’t do dishonesty. I don’t even understand it. He’s been pursuing me to see if there’s a chance to reconcile and I’ve been taking some … Continue reading To share or not to share?
In my late twenties, my doctor told me that I was borderline hypertension and that I should start exercising. “How is that possible? I work out like three days a week pumping weights!” Of course I failed to mention the amount of beer that I drank or the horrible eating habits that I had or … Continue reading Beer Gut to Slim Cut.
My old dog is stretched out on the tile floor next to the screen door. It’s too dark to see anything outside, but we can hear the soothing sounds of the Pacific Ocean. We have just a few months in this new place and I always dreamed that when it was his time we’d be … Continue reading A (puppy) love note.
A few afternoons ago I did something I’ve never done before. I went for a trail run. Shirtless. Now don’t get twisted on me, I had a sports bra on. This isn’t the south of France (although I’m completely on board with that movement– why do women have to strap in while men’s nipples feel … Continue reading Shirtless in Santa Rosa.