It was a beautiful snowy day for me, since I got to stay inside and watch the fun. Oliver ran around in circles as usual, but this time he was also eating ice along the way. Greg, thank you for keeping an eye on everyone out there in the freezing wind.

I’m grateful guests find staying here comfortable. Recently, I’ve been thinking about guest room details beyond the basics. What do guests really want in their rooms?

Mindful thought for today: I used to believe peace came from slowing down. Now, I think it’s more about paying attention as we go through life.

Our nephew, Grayson, tragically passed away in a car accident. He truly embodied the values of respect, humility, and kindness. Grayson was very close to his family and always greeted everyone with a warm smile.

October marks two years since I started working out at The Y. Three days a week—Monday, Wednesday, and Friday—Rain or shine, hot or cold, I show up. It’s become part of my rhythm now.

My birthday celebration is overflowing with happiness—I’m excited to introduce our new chocolate lab puppy, Oliver!

I know nothing about baseball. However, I know many, many people consider Ruth the greatest baseball player of all time. I’m listening, Babe,

Thank you so much for taking the time to read a Hippie Chick’s blog! I’m excited to catch up on some posts, and you’ll soon see a burst of updates in your feed.

Fitness can rebuild what's broken. It can make you feel powerful, help you love yourself, and affirm your worth. It can teach you self-care and how to offer yourself a gift when you most need it.

My brother and I were raised as Unitarian Universalists, which taught us to approach religion differently from, for example, my Christian friends. During our Unitarian Sunday School classes, we had a session called Build Your Own Theology.

This photo still makes me laugh, no matter how many times I see it. That’s my nephew Jake, all 6 feet 4 inches of him. Clearly, someone ate all his vegetables growing up.

My brother, Brett, was killed by a drunk driver when he was 37. Thirty-seven. Greg and I spent the day at the cemetery, cleaning his headstone and adding flowers to the arrangement. Don’t drink and drive.