Iron & Wine.

We braved the freezing cold and filled up on Mexican food - veggie nachos, jalapeno cornbread, chili to warm our bones. We sat and soaked in the brilliance of Iron & Wine for hours, nearly cried when they opened with Trapeze Swinger (me) and couldn't get over the perfection of the set (him).

Evenings just us two are farther between than they once were, and we are tired, with heads full of dreams and responsibilities. But he is my favorite to while away the hours with, still, and I am happiest with this familiar hand in mine.


Education for girls in South Sudan (thank you!).

With the support of family and friends (thank you!), we sent two girls in South Sudan to school this year. This week, I ran the 500th mile in honor of these smart, powerful young women, who know what a privilege it is to walk long distances every day for their education. 50 million girls of secondary school age are denied this privilege. Until that changes, we're with She's the First

"We know now that without gender equality and a full role for women in society, in the economy, in governance, we will not be able to achieve the world we hoped for." - Phumzile Mlambo-Ngcuka


Central Park, November.

I have loved a lot of places almost instantly: Old San Juan in the rain, my great-grandmother's empty ranch in North Dakota, Malibu cliffs lit up by sunset, every cobblestone street in Rome.

My heart aches for only a few, even standing right at the heart of them. Central Park in November is one of those places. I have loved it fully, and never enough.


From the weekend.

We wandered on runs, long walks. Filled our bellies on comfort foods and pizza with my parents. I met up with Loo for tea and to see each other's faces. Spent one evening at a hibachi restaurant - dinner and a show. Turned pages of a book, started new projects. Sat ourselves in pews and put arms around friends. We made our house more a home - with table, pictures hung, candles lit and a big breakfast cooking on the stove.


Living room and kitchen update.

Before (kitchen):
Before (living area):
 Before (dining area):
We came home with our new table yesterday - a refinished chestnut that I'm completely in love with - and suddenly our house has made a near-full transition into a home. Funny what the seemingly little things will do. When we sat around the table for breakfast this morning, I was so, so thankful - for these boys, this home, this life we're building.


Happy Halloween!

From a very reluctant Superman, a somewhat-more-cooperative Thomas the Train, a very tolerant Captain America/lion, and the two of us in our best attempt at a family photo with a trick-or-treating two-year old. 


October weekend.

For recovery from work trips, from bugs that have had us down for the count. For stroller runs with a happy toddler. A stop at our town's oldest house for a "spooky" tour. Crunchy leaves and warm cups of coffee and the makings of spider cupcakes. A stop at the local orchard with family - pumpkins for the picking and llamas for a two-year-old to obsess over. Hunting through antique stores for just the perfect framed print, to live above a dining table we have yet to build. More home-making, always.

These are the habits of fall.


FNCE x Chicago.

A trip out to Chicago for the annual Food & Nutrition Conference & Expo - four long days of hard work and a world-class team to do it with. A run to Cloud Gate at sunrise and our fill of deep dish pizza. A comically difficult journey home and a husband waiting for me, hero that he is, at LaGuardia arrivals.


High line.

Hugo Henry:

This weekend, we took to the High Line - that refurbished strip of jungle and abandoned train track in the heart of Manhattan - and walked the whole of it. We stopped for trains coming in and out of Penn Station. We stopped for art and benches, and so that you could drive your trucks along railings of all kinds.

I held you half the way, which is often how you prefer it. You're too big to be held now, it would seem. Half my size and quite capable of using your own legs. But you are not two forever, and there will come a day when you don't stop in front of me with your hands outstretched. One day, you will be too much a boy to want your mama so, too lanky for me to lift.

Today is not that day, thank goodness, and I am strong enough for this. The best mamas are made of steel and safety in equal parts, I've found.

And I love you so.


A farewell dinner.

This one for Christine, one of the kindest, most sincere souls to ever live in New York. We raised our glasses around a table of comfort food at Spoon - to being homeward bound, to new adventures, to health and happiness for her and her boys. Such luck that our paths have crossed for the last six years.



 ^^dinner under heaps of ripe grapes, within reach of toddler hands.^^
 ^^the celebration of a milestone for our littlest sister.^^
 ^^carnivals strung through the month of August.^^
 ^^nights on the green.^^
 ^^dates with friends, their new babies.^^
 ^^runs before daylight.^^
 ^^and flowers for a desk.^^
 ^^a cronut, too. miracle of miracles, there was NO LINE at Dominique Ansel's one morning (the first time in years - I kid you not). basically an invitation.^^
 ^^a (still half-asleep) running buddy, when Blake is out of town.^^
 ^^and a hat from Nashville for Hugo when Blake returned.^^
 ^^a dog at the dog park, not playing with dogs.^^
 ^^nights at the nearby playground, with the most beautiful skies.^^
 ^^obligatory seasonal photos.^^
 ^^unbelievably gorgeous sunsets.^^
^^and Gus, still doing what he does best.^^