Brown University Class of 2022: It All Came Down to Frozen Lemonade

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For weeks, I ran through the various scenarios by which move-in day could have played out; the "Tension-Filled-Fighting-Family" scenario, the "Pinterest-For-Life-Its-All-Teamwork-and-Laughs" scenario, and even the least likely "Everything-That-Could-Go-Wrong-Does-But-I-Remain-a-Paragon-of-Grace" scenario. I did not imagine a scenario in which an older Frozen Lemonade Stand vendor would fix everything. We arrived in Providence a day early. The idea was to check out the campus, the town, and breathe a little before the chaos of moving in. Our first stop was to check out Maisy's dorm … [Read more...]

The Last Night is a lot Like the First One

PLEASE let this night end....

I have just gulped down an 8 oz bourbon and soda that was actually just bourbon. Don't judge me. How else is one supposed to wash down the sleeve of Double Stuff Oreos they have scarfed down while pacing in the kitchen? The sugar and the bourbon have finally made their peace in my stomach and I can get on with my storytelling. April 7, 2000 We opened the front door to our tiny apartment and stepped over the threshold triumphantly. We had accomplished something monumental, exhilarating and utterly terrifying. We had just transported our newborn baby girl, aka The Baby, a full … [Read more...]

Launching Maisy: A Year of Trauma, Turbulence and Tears…Lots and Lots of Tears

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I have cried at least once every single day since December 15, 2017. Some tears were stinging hot ones that threatened but never actually fell. Some were accompanied by uncontrollable, choking-body-shaking-make-up-smearing-can't-even-breathe sobs. For those of you keeping count, that is 239 days of tears. I am certain this is the most I have cried in any one year in all my 47 years on this earth. Why? Why so much crying? In three short weeks, we will make the 6 hour drive up to Providence, Rhode Island where we will leave our first-born child, Maisy, at Brown University. December … [Read more...]

I know…it has been a long time.

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Believe me, I have missed you all too. I have missed the cathartic, cleansed feeling I get just after I hit "publish." I have missed sharing the laughs and tears and virtual "Yeah, Girl! You GO!!'s" from you. I have even missed the hard, honest, sometimes mean-spirited, irreverent comments. So, where have I been these last 18 months? Physically, in the exact same spaces as ever: my home in Chester County, PA, more often my office down the road, and probably MOST often, wandering the aisles of Bed, Bath and Beyond marveling at ALL of the home goods and gadgets that I KNOW will make … [Read more...]

A Shout-Out to All The Cooks This Holiday Season

I'm thankful for the recent accolades "The Longest Mile" has received, including 2016 USA Best Book Awards Finalist for Social Change.

Happy Thanksgiving weekend and a happy start to the most wonderful time of the year! For holiday chefs, the pressure to make the perfect turkey, turducken, Christmas ham, apple pie, or whatever it is you may be cooking this season, can be daunting. I’m reminded of how I felt back in 2013 leading up to the first Team CMMD Food Fight. The very same meticulous planning and maximum efficiency that rendered the evening a massive success for Team CMMD is also a necessity for many of you for your holidays. However, I sincerely hope you and your family are not tasked with serving 520 plates of food … [Read more...]

My Worth As a Mother: In Two Braids

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I have doubted my quality as a mother at least daily for the past 16 years, 4 months, and 29 days. The baby years were hard with the diapers and breast feeding and pumping and up all hours of the night. Then came the toddler years. I broke into cold sweats perseverating over the grape I didn't cut into fourths or the outlet I left uncovered because frankly, I was too tired to get up and find another one of those nail-breaking plastic things. These doubts churn to the surface every September, with the return of yellow school buses, brown bag lunches and math quizzes. It’s back to school in … [Read more...]

Enjoying the Ride: That Time I Published a Book

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Wow. What. a. spring! It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve sat down to write. [interlaces fingers, cracks knuckles, and rubs hands together as if to start a fire] I mean, to scratch the itch, sure, I write my daily revelations in mini-form on Facebook. Just the other day I went there… To grieve a loss. Not of a patient, but of her lingering memory. We lost her too young several years ago, and today I found out her husband got remarried. It was an unexpected body-blow… the strangest of feelings… being happy and blessed that he could go on, and at the same time, wanting desperately to … [Read more...]

Open Letter to the Broad Street Run Forecast

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First, seriously? Would you quit with the dark, scary, intimidating nonsense? You are kind of being a bully. And, I, on behalf of about 299 other people am going to stand up to you. Right here. Right now. See...you think you are powerful. You think that being mean, nasty, and dark, you will beat us down but you really don't get it. Sunday morning is the end for us. It is our "moment;" one we have have prepared for for 15 weeks. Many of us signed up not being able to run a mile even in the BEST conditions. Some of us were veterans--training for our third, fourth, or even 12th Broad … [Read more...]

Dear E: An Open Letter to a Patient I Loved and Lost

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Dear E, I think I have been crying for five days. I know what you are saying "Come on kiddo! Smile....It ain't THAT bad..." I see your smile. But it is THAT bad. You are gone. And no one knows why. All we know is that one second you were on this earth and the next you were taken from so many who loved you. Can I say that to you now? I LOVED you. I LOVED your heart, your spirit, your kindness. I LOVED how deeply you cherished Lori and your amazing kids. I LOVED how you NEVER had a bad thing to say about anybody. But mostly I LOVED you for believing in me. Remember that first day we … [Read more...]

Fall vs Fail: The Difference Is in the “I”

"Knee, meet this brick."

I have never really been accident prone. Childhood circa 1970's-1980's: no broken bones and only one serious laceration (forget the stitches, this one was life-threatening.) Then this year happened. In the last few months I have had three falls, two of them MAJOR. The first happened while I was running with my beloved running team at 5 am. I was going faster than my normal pace and it was dark. Running fast in the dark was outside my comfort zone. My toe caught an uneven brick and down I went...hard..on said brick. My left knee burst open like a watermelon thrown from a rooftop. … [Read more...]