The Life and Style of a Mother Runner with Scoliosis
Since starting a job in the city two years ago, I’ve become a ferocious reader. I often read while I’m on the subway, easily able to get lost in whatever story I happen to dive into. I've mastered the art of subway standing (sometimes it feels like a weird form of surfing) and not hanging... Continue Reading →
Remember that time The Boy and I decided to intentionally miss the last train back to New Jersey from Penn Station on a Saturday night, wander around the city during the wee hours of the morning and then watch the sun rise from Coney Island? We do (though some of it's a bit fuzzy). Thank... Continue Reading →
