This just in. A male friend emailed me to ask my thoughts on the whole Gronk lap dance with Julie Stewart-Binks. The Question: Do you blame Gronk for that lap dance? If so, did you get to see the full clip where the female reporter asked him to dance? Is this not one of the… Read More Gronk, Sports Media, Women, and Just Knowing Better In General
Our first full day at the beach in Dar, we wake up early. The sun is bright, the breakfast is hearty and fresh – eggs, pineapple, watermelon, papaya, toast, yogurt, and muesli – and then we’re on the beach. Not long after we settle into our beach chairs, a small rainstorm arrives, drawing us into… Read More Like An Old Married Couple
Can anyone explain why I blushed and got embarrassed when I accidentally said “por favor,” instead of “please” at the end of my order?… Read More Talk Spanish, White Girl
International travel is not glamorous. It’s a test of fortitude and survival skills, with a huge reward for success.… Read More Steerage Class Luxury
OK, so look. From the pants up, I’m a mess. I know it and you know it. I don’t even know what size pants I am. That’s the honest to goodness truth. What is the length of my inseam? I can recite the preamble to the Constitution, the poem “I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud”… Read More Sneakerhead Anthem
Fulfilling every dad’s fondest dream [for his son*]: while playing an honest game of catch, the football coach scouted me. … Read More Blondes vs. Brunettes: A story of football, charity, and making your dad proud
Try something. See if it works. If it does, you might PR. If it doesn’t, you might be disappointed.
Behold! The beauty and the agony of endurance sports.… Read More Marine Corps Marathon 2014: Not Great, Not Terrible
Best of luck, sister, but Picasso couldn’t make sense of this thing.
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I can’t sleep anymore this morning, both because it’s after 6am and because I have this little blip of nervous energy that won’t let me rest. Ordinarily, I would go for a run, but today it is pouring. In Recife, it has rained a little bit everyday, a cloud strolling by on its way to… Read More Don’t Say It If You Don’t Mean It: I BELIEVE THAT WE WILL WIN
When I check in at the last aid station, I have seven miles to go. Let me make this unmistakably clear: I hate every single one of them. I feel muscle pain basically everywhere. My lower back, my haunches, my hamstrings, even my face. My feet are tired and waterlogged. I am filthy. How I’ve… Read More WE DID IT! 100 Mothercussing Miles (Lake Martin 100, Part 4/4)