It is 10:04 in Reno a Tuesday,
my hair is still wet and my nose is
still wet and my throat is dry,
and I'm here to soak up the
pools of knowledge and to stir
up the stagnant books with
missing pages and missing ideas
I haven't written yet but there is
time, I tell myself, and tremble
at the speed, the
momentum,
the inertia of it all because
it is 10:08 in Reno a Tuesday
and even the clock is
advancing.

Back when “A Room of One's Own” was first delivered to a rare and privileged group of university girls, Virginia Woolf’s advice – that a woman wishing to write fiction should earn 500 pounds a year and have her own writing room – was attainable, but certainly not common. Today, it is unusual to find an aspiring female writer without these necessities. Today, on the contrary, if a woman possesses talent, ambition and other outstanding qualities, poverty is not the trap that will keep her fro... read more

This week, training is is sucky. I'm frustrated and pouty. Every workout I get slower and weaker, after my workouts I'm sick, and frankly it's humilitating. I completely BLEW UP during the run practice this week. Got about 1.5mi in and detonated - couldn't breathe, couldn't see, certainly couldn't run.

I'm sure everybody's advice is correct: Too fast-too soon, dehydration, not enough carbs, overtraining - aggh! I knew I was going to have to train my body, push past pain and weakne... read more

Hey there!

My mom and I raced the Moms On The Run 5k on Mother's Day to raise money for breast cancer patients. I got two friends to join the run at the last minute - that's $160 for Northern Nevada breast cancer patients! Go Team!

We all did well and had a great time. My mom got 2nd place for her age group (she had a bum ankle and wasn't even trying). I finished 17th for my age group and only a minute ahead of my mother. If anybody asks, the cape caused some drag and hurt my time... read more

I had the most flavor bursting, hard working, hunger smothering granola bar today.

It came out of the same box of bars I dip into every day, but this little snack had something to prove. Did they enact some new quality-control standards at the Quaker Oats factory? Did they switch to an organic, grown with love, grain supplier? Could my chewey comrade sense my insatiable hunger? Was the bar infected with a noxious bacteria that caused the raisins and almonds to swell to delicious propo... read more