Tag: fort mill

  • All-girls ultra running and how I got roped into that one

    All-girls ultra running and how I got roped into that one

    Every once in a while, an impulsive decision can turn out to be the adventure of a lifetime. It was all Corinne‘s idea. She sent a message to a few dozen Delta Zeta sorority sisters, asking if we wanted to have a reunion at the Ragnar Trail weekend at Anne Springs Close Greenway in Fort…

  • An escape to Florida fixes everything

    Twenty years ago yesterday, I went to bed in my room with a window facing the front of the house and prepared to get some zzz’s before another day at the grind, otherwise known as the sixth grade. A few hours later I was gently awakened by Mom, who told me that just to be…

  • An escape to Florida fixes everything

    Twenty years ago yesterday, I went to bed in my room with a window facing the front of the house and prepared to get some zzz’s before another day at the grind, otherwise known as the sixth grade. A few hours later I was gently awakened by Mom, who told me that just to be…

  • High school photos round 3

    I thought I published this a long time ago, but it appears I didn’t actually hit “publish.” If you want to see old photos of me and my friends, here you go! Here are pictures from 1995-1996: See photos from 1993-1994 here and read about the photos here and here.

  • High school photos round 2

    I wrote about posting some old photos on facebook recently. After more digging and scanning, I have more! Here are some pictures from the 1993-1994 FMHS school year. I’m posting the ones that were on Facebook plus new ones, for those that don’t have FB. I will display other years in other posts. I apologize…

  • Laughing at the 15-year-old me (and my friends)

    I may have mentioned that I’m slightly addicted to organizing. When the baseboards have been cleaned and the tile grout scrubbed and the light fixtures dusted (yes, I’m serious), then I move on to see how I can further organize something – anything. Recently I came to realize that I have no organization when it…