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.

I just kept rolling...

An update about this season and where it is going...

It’s been a little while since Part 15 — thank you for your patience while I took a breath and handled a few things.

Here’s Part 16: a quick glimpse of the girl I was before Lyme tried to rewrite everything, and the moment I started stepping back into the light with the people who matter most.

When I found out I was pregnant, I didn’t drink at all. Not one drop, both times…

The hopeful summer of 2001, Dad’s voice, and the calm before a very hard winter.