School is out here in Maryland (finally) and consequently I've been able to do errands like grocery shopping and running to the post office during regular business hours. It's been glorious. And I know when late August rolls around I will whine and complain that now I don't have time for work because I just … Continue reading Unconditional ice cream
Author: Elizabeth
Crafting, eating, exploring, lifting, reading, traveling, writing, yoga, in alphabetical order of course.
Scaredy cat
I am a scaredy cat. I may not look like it on the outside, but my mantra basically my whole life has been, "Fake it until you make it." Through school. Through college. Through job after job. I reach higher ground and I'm still telling myself to fake it until I make it. Except I … Continue reading Scaredy cat
Writer’s block is a bully.
Maybe if I write about writer's block, it'll go away. You know, just like those bullies that called me "four eyes" and "nerd" and "goody two shoes" at school. In a way, writer's block bullies me too. There are many times throughout the day whether I'm in the car, in the shower, on a run, … Continue reading Writer’s block is a bully.
Three years later
I'm sitting on my porch typing with a bum elbow. It's been hurting more today because I've been busy. In the kitchen. Like a good little wifey. Like the wife/mom combo I thought I would be. I came out here with a glass of cab and a head full of thoughts, hoping to get something, … Continue reading Three years later
500th Post + Run the Hook Recap
Run the Hook in Sandy Hook, NJ, was quite the experience. I'd been to Jersey twice before, once to Wildwood and once to Jersey City/Hoboken to park and ride the train into NYC. However, this time, I travelled with a Jersey native and we stayed with one of her friends' parents'. Packet pickup was easy … Continue reading 500th Post + Run the Hook Recap
I think mini backpacks are cool and I don’t care who knows it.
I'm finally feeling like myself again. It's taken a shit-ton of work. Physical work. Mental work. Emotional work. Hours of therapy. Hours of running. Of listening and meditating on music that feeds my soul. Of advocating for myself and my physical health. Recently I've been reconnecting with the Elizabeth that's down deep inside, the girl … Continue reading I think mini backpacks are cool and I don’t care who knows it.
Couldn’t do it.
Sometimes it takes saying goodbye to something to realize you really want it. Mercies Per Mile has been here for a long time, and I'm not going to let it go. It really is the theme of my life: it describes how my faith has infused my running, my cross-country moves, and just moving forward … Continue reading Couldn’t do it.
Putting this to rest.
After this blog post, Mercies Per Mile will be put to rest. I will still be rambling on the Internet - you can find me at Here's my eulogy for Mercies Per Mile. The thought came to me during a run, and I was so excited about it. Mercies Per Mile... how perfect of a … Continue reading Putting this to rest.
Not this time
The "Write" button at the top right freaks me out every time. I don't know how it's different than picking up a pen and writing on paper. But let's be honest: that freaks me out too. For years and years before the advent of blogging (people know that this word originally came from web + … Continue reading Not this time
End of the Week :: Overflow Thoughts
Sometimes I write things down so I don't have to think about them at 3am. Overall I'm proud of the person I'm becoming as I turn 33 soon. The other day I 'held space' for a young student mourning the loss of a family pet. I've been through enough shit (ahem, loss) that I felt … Continue reading End of the Week :: Overflow Thoughts
MPM 2.0: mercy unmasked 