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
Ah, the first bike ride! A joyful rite of passage, right? For parents, it just doesn’t get better than running alongside, steadying the small bike, giving a push and…Look at our kid go! Or…not.
If your child is anxious (heck, if you are anxious), learning how to ride a bike can be stressful. I share my 9 tips for getting reluctant riders to ride at Liv-cycling.com today in
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It is simultaneously beyond comprehension, and yet all-too familiar. The worst mass shooting in U.S. history just happened in Orlando and mixed in with the shock and heartache is the sentiment from many that it’s “more of the same” and that “nothing will change.”
I’d like to challenge that last one.
You won’t catch me trampling fire. But I, too, am done running away from fear. I’m a slow runner — fear will catch up anyway. Better to run toward it, with it, through it. Accept it and do what you fear anyway, orLearn More
Should I go with “Nellie?” Or “Stompatron”?Learn More