Tag: health

I’m not ashamed to be a helicopter parent

Helicopter parents are a readily identifiable species: Omnipresent, hovering, constantly scanning the area for dangers (both real and imagined) that might warrant swooping in to rescue their beloved child(ren).  Many people know at least a few who fit that description, and some of us will recognize ourselves therein. Although I do not know if there

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I Stopped Drinking Coffee and Wine. This is What Happened.

Coffee and wine.  Coffee.  Wine.  That’s, like, our thing, right moms?   “After being up with the kids all night there is just not enough coffee in the world.”   “Is it too early for wine ‘cause I am ridiculously stressed right now.”   I think I say these exact phrases several times a week.  

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Will Run for Pie: Our Family’s Manchester Road Race Tradition

Running is a big part of my life, and one factor that makes it so integral is the family of runners that surround me. I grew up spending Thanksgiving morning in the Manchester Road Race. The first year included my mom, dad, sister, uncle, and grandma. Some of us ran, some walked, and some ran-walked the

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It’s Time To Take Care of You

This post is for you.  Yes, you.  I know you.  While you’re reading this, you have at least three other things going on in your head.  If you’re lucky, you may be drinking a cup of coffee.  You may have a child on your hip, or you may be at work, sneaking in a little

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Mother (hardly) knows best….

Over the past decade, I have worked hard to become a good nurse. Initially quite cautious, over the years I have developed confidence in my abilities, and now pride myself on remaining calm while fielding acute crises. Clinical judgement is equal parts education, training, experience, and common sense, and virtually no one is blessed with all of these components

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Searching for Peace Amidst Despair

  It’s been 46 days since I’ve run.       Forty-six days ago I hurt myself while training for a half marathon.  I was devastated.  I read up on running injuries and followed all the advice – I iced, I took ibuprofen, I stretched, I rested, you name it.  After a torturous week of

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Down. Discouraged. Disappointed.

After having my sons I started running with the sole intention of losing the baby weight.  Since then I’ve had a love/hate relationship with running. I ran a few 5Ks this spring and felt pretty good about myself, but then something inside of me changed and I started to question, “If I can run 3.1 miles, could

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