Today marks 15 years since the collapse of the World Trade Towers and the beginning of the War on Terror. I can’t think of an event that captures the enormity of the loss and the bravery of first responders like the annual Tunnel2Towers 5K Run & Walk, that retraces the steps of firefighter Stephen Siller, who ran through the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel wearing 60 lbs of gear to get to the World Trade Center where he died when the South Tower fell. Team #SomeNerve participated in 2014, along with 25,000 firemen, police, armed forces, and their families and supporters (see post below). I hope you’ll consider joining the event (this year on September 25, 2016) or donating to the Stephen Siller Tunnel to Towers Foundation. There is nothing more humbling and ultimately life affirming than seeing so many brave men and women who are willing to die to protect us. It calls us all to live as fully and as courageously as we can. Reposted from 9/30/2014 Learning from the Bravest of the Brave – Team #SomeNerve Runs Tunnel2Towers Honoring 9/11 First Responders, by Patty Chang Anker On September 11, 2001 firefighter Stephen Siller ran (wearing 60 llbs of gear) through the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel to get to the World...Learn More
I am going to keep this short. There is much I could say about This Road I Ride: Sometimes It Takes Losing Everything to Find Yourself, Juliana Buhring’s breathtaking and gripping account of becoming the first woman to bicycle around world and set the Guinness World Record for fastest circumnavigation (She did it alone! She fought off wild dogs! She didn’t really know how to bike!) BUTLearn More
I recently started paring back my time on social media in the hope that reading fewer articles and more books would take me out of the news cycle of minute-to-minute stimulation and into a more reflective space. The luxury of reading a book – taking the time to be quiet and allow your imagination to lead you somewhere new – reminds me of all my summer stay-cations as a kid reading stacks of books in my room. We didn’t go anywhere and yet I, waving my library card like a passport to the entire known universe, went everywhere.
One book I recommend for an escape that somehow brings you closer to a truth, isLearn More
I love speaking to women’s empowerment groups. I’m often asked (yes, by men) if women’s groups are even necessary anymore, in an age of Hillary Clinton breaking the highest glass ceilings. Aren’t women empowered enough? I have to put on my most patient face and say “A big crack in the biggest glass ceiling is tremendous. But it’s not like there’s only one glass ceiling.”Learn More
I haven’t written in weeks, because every time I try to wrap my mind around #BlackLivesMatter or #Brexit or the U.S. presidential campaign, another tragedy strikes, like the horrific killings in Nice. We are all reeling, struggling to make sense of events for ourselves and for our kids. I don’t have coherent thoughts to muster, just grief and outrage. #BlackLivesMatter protests are tying up traffic and, good. We tie up traffic for street fairs and traveling dignitaries all the time, let it stand still for SOMETHING. I think we all want to take to the streets and scream “STOP THE MADNESS.” Just stop. For the fortunate, life will go on – my Facebook newsfeed is already 80% about Pokemon Go and happy vacation pictures. But I feel I need to take a pause to think and reflect. I’m going to go on social media less and take more time to look at the people around me, to finish my thoughts, to read books and write. Somewhere, here, there is courage and hope. I want to find it. In the meantime I will run a series of Summer Reading posts, which may at times seem escapist but as all readers know, books provide escape from our current reality as...Learn More
Well, that was unexpected! I thought the Sleepy Hollow Sprint Triathlon would be straightforward: I’d swim a half mile in the Hudson River (yes, that sounds a bit crazy -triathletes are totally mental!) and then Kent would ride like the wind while I rested and cheered for Team #SomeNerve, and then I’d walk our daughter G through her first 5K as anchor to our Anker Family Relay. After doing the Westchester Olympic Triathlon at double the distance on my own last year I thought this wouldn’t be too bad. No drama, I told myself as I waited in my gold cap with the last wave of swimmers to enter. Get ‘er done. Ha! I should have known triathlons are anything but straightforward! After a promising start – the skies were clear, the water looked flat, my anxiety (ever since I almost drowned on a river as a teen I’ve had a hate-hate relationship with rivers) was under control with my Team in Training Swim Angel alongside, I was going my slow and steady pace hoping to not fall too far behind – something unprecedented happened. I started catching up to swimmers from earlier waves. There’s a purple cap – I won’t be last! Wow, there’s a silver cap, I’m rocking this! Hm, that next...Learn More