Building Bridges, Instead of Walls

  At exactly 4 p.m., I sat down, my eyes fixed eastward. I watched silently as my new friends responded to the Islamic call to prayer, standing shoulder to shoulder then bowing low on the plush carpet. Tears welled in my eyes as I witnessed such an intimate moment of devotion, thankful that they shared … Continue reading Building Bridges, Instead of Walls

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CrossFit Open: Not the best, not the worst

This is the last post on my CrossFit Open experience this year. Five whole weeks of brutal workouts, new movements, surprises, and a fun and fairly friendly competition between my husband and me. It was our first Open at Cobra Command CrossFit, and the community and coaches have been amazing! 16.1 shocked me. 16.2 annoyed … Continue reading CrossFit Open: Not the best, not the worst

CrossFit Open: One is the Loneliest Number

Alright - I'll go ahead and get it out of the way. Bill's beating me by one point in the CrossFit Open. ONE POINT. He got two more Handstand Pushups than I did. We were tied for awhile, but someone else swooped in and beat me, and trust┬áme - I will find you. 16.4 was … Continue reading CrossFit Open: One is the Loneliest Number

CrossFit Open – Down a peg or two in 16.3

  I knew it was coming. The week that I have to talk about humility. But before I do, check this bad boy out: If this means nothing to you, check out my previous blogs on the Open - "16.1" and "16.2" It'll all make sense. But seriously, how in the world am I beating … Continue reading CrossFit Open – Down a peg or two in 16.3

CrossFit Open – My 16.1 Experience

It's that time of year again -┬áThe CrossFit Open! The season of ripped callouses, outrageous WOD predictions, and new PRs everywhere around the world. Elite athletes strategically plan out how to execute each movement as efficiently as possible, while the rest of us are just trying not to throw up in the middle of it … Continue reading CrossFit Open – My 16.1 Experience

Pistols and the Prince of Peace

Happy New Year! Well, I'm a few days late, but maybe I'm working on my type A personality as my NY Resolution, and I intentionally posted this late to get over my perfectionist tendencies. Or maybe I'm always late, and maybe I should just work on my time awareness this year. Don't ask my husband … Continue reading Pistols and the Prince of Peace

Political Punches and Jesus Jukes: Refugees and Immigrants

If you don't follow Humans of New York, go do that right now. Like, leave this blog, open up another tab, and do that before you read this. This article can wait for that. You're welcome. One of the most moving photos on HONY captures a woman in a colorful head covering and a zip-up … Continue reading Political Punches and Jesus Jukes: Refugees and Immigrants