Sometimes the path forward starts with the quietest pulls and the strangest aches.

Ticks be damned…

Sometimes the words you need arrive at your doorstep unexpectedly.

The early days of motherhood with Lila. I thought I had it all under control… until I didn’t. The adrenaline, the help from friends and family, the first big lesson in choosing ‘nice’ over ‘honest,’ and the moment depression showed up again—right on schedule.

No running in the heat… even when the baby decides it’s time.

On the day Lila was born, I did a short Pilates routine in the basement, threw on my maternity jeans, and headed out with GoGo and Walter to do morning chores for the horses...

I first saw food logs as a child. 

We pulled into the driveway of the white house with green shutters and I didn’t even want to get out of the car...

Spring/summer 2002—the chapter where Pilates snuck in and quietly changed everything…

The ‘I’m fine, just let me ride’ years.