My Family is Weirder Than Your Family

My Mom and Doc are in New York City for her BFFs from Kindergarten’s 50th anniversary surprise party. This means that Mom and her BFF have been friends for approximately 900 years, give or take a few. In any event, My Mom’s been texting and emailing pictures of her trip as she goes. First they had a snafu with the packing. Then they arrived in the city, fortunately without the dog in the suitcase. I received an email with the subject line “NY after dark” and this photo was the …

Do You Play Through the Pain?

I’ve had a lifetime of joyful physical activity. From a childhood on the beach with hours spent in the ocean, on bikes, in the sand playing soccer and volleyball or hiking in the cliffs, there was never a day we kids weren’t in motion. As a teen I learned to love running and as a college student I took up mountaineering and cycling, both on the road and on the trails. Early adulthood brought me back to running and it was only during the 2007 City of Angels Half Marathon …

I’m ThisClose to Becoming a Dirty Hippie

The Auto Show wore me out. I mostly forget that I have RA these days. I have this baseline amount of pain that’s really quite tolerable. It keeps me from doing stupid things like handstands but it’s not enough to remind me that holding this camera for six hours will hurt my wrists. When I say “hurt” I don’t mean ache. I mean the kind of searing pain that makes you want to cry like a 3 year old. When I overuse my hands they go cold and then they …