Up From the Bed She Returns!

(Sung to the tune of “Up From the Grave He Arose”) Up from the bed she returns! With a mighty triumph o’er her germs! She returns a victor o’er post nasal drip, And she vows her health to never again slip! She returns! She returns! Hallelujiah, Kelly (is-no-longer-sick-and-feels-like-a-normal-person-again-thanks-to-soup-honey-and-Disney-movies) Returns!   Thanks for all those who…

Forced Stillness

I’m sick. My voice sounds both sultry and squeaky with varying frequencies. I feel like Phoebe from Friends singing Smelly Cat with her raspy, mucous-coated vocal cords. It’s no fun. Here’s what I’ve accomplished over the past two days: Illness is one of the few things that makes me stop. Really pause and rest. I…

Workout Secrets

Want the secret to the best work out secret ever? I’ve got it right here! Ninety seconds of core strengthening, planking, trunk rotation, scapular stability and the cutest work out partner ever. A four month old. One dad recorded working out with his daughter and it makes my heart happy. Not only to see a…

The Hanging of a Milestone

I’m proud of my hanger. Not just for functioning to keep clothes off of my floor or preventing wrinkles from setting in. I’m proud of my hanger for changing my life. This ordinary looking hanger changed my life. It was far more than plastic and convenient anti-slip notches. For me, it represented a milestone that…

A Galaxy Far, Far Away…

I met R2D2 at work today. No joke. See? He came delivering an important message to some kids I was working with. He brought a storm trooper and Darth Vader with him (who incidentally had foreign accents… which made me giggle!) It was a delightful pause in a hectic day. I loved seeing the looks…

Adult Cereal?

Until this week I had no idea there were different classes of cereals. I knew some were healthier, some more vibrantly colored, but I found an inarguable distinction in the store.   The adultness is present in the very names of these cereals. What kid would whine for Fiber Flakes or Colon Blow Clusters given…

Running and Asceticism

I’ve never experience the runner’s high, endorphine-flooded, goofy-this-feels-like-walking-only-faster-I-could-run-forever state of being. I feel every foot-pouding step, every muscle contraction, every oxygen-drenched breath when I run. I run for two reasons: 1. The sense of accomplishment is addicting. 2. To tell myself, “no.” When I completed my first 5K, I was totally pumped. Not by runner’s…