A Spooky lesson in confidence

There’s a thing that happens to fat kids. Or at least, it happened to me. Let’s pause for a moment to acknowledge how hard it is for me to write the words “fat kids,” because they are so incredibly fraught with anxiety and shame. They carry – literally – a lifetime of doubt, of fighting toContinue reading “A Spooky lesson in confidence”

Peak-bagging in the White Mountains

Living alone can be wonderful, empowering, freeing, fun. It can also suck. Like, for example, when you’ve just done something fairly epic and you have no one who is forced, by virtue of his/her being trapped in the same space as you, to listen to you retell the story, adding the occasional “wow” or “uhContinue reading “Peak-bagging in the White Mountains”

A grand western adventure

There are some vacations that, when they are over, however awesome they were, we are glad to get back to our lives. And there are some we wish would never end. Other than a twinge of missing my dog once in a while, my most recent western adventure is one of the latter. Together withContinue reading “A grand western adventure”

When Mt. Monadnock kicked my ass

As I sat down to write this blog post, my first thought was: “Crap. I need the power cord to my laptop. I’m not sure I can get up to get it.” Luckily, it was next to the bed (yes, I type this from the bed, because it’s an oven here in Boston and myContinue reading “When Mt. Monadnock kicked my ass”