Thank you to the Albany Business Review for featuring me in their Spotlight section! This is the third time that I have appeared in this section of the paper (earlier articles can be found here and here). Special thanks to Brian Bushner!
We always end up with extra fruit at our house– especially bananas. Between the two of us, we probably eat about ten a week (crazy, right?!) so I always buy more than we need. Typically, I use leftovers in protein pancakes on Sundays, but I found myself with a few leftovers from the previous week… and they were getting preeeeeetty brown. Instead of doing banana bread, I decided to do something a little different!
These banana protein muffins make a great snack on-the-go (and what prego doesn’t need a few snacks in the car!) or a nice pick-me-up for before/after workouts.
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I cannot even imagine what my life would be like without my father-in-law’s pool.
I am very fortunate to have access to this beautiful in ground pool all summer long. Between the summer heat, constant hot flashes and feeling approximately the same size as a baby hippo, the water is just what I need for a day of relaxation. With both kids grown and out of the house– and grandkids only over on weekends– I’ve had the great fortune of having this beautiful space all to myself for most of the summer (so far, at least).
As you can imagine, finding a great swimming workout was a must.
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I never had asthma.
I knew so many kids in school who had asthma attacks. They would stop suddenly while running in gym class, eyes wide, mouth open. They would suck and gasp for air. An adult would run over and promptly give them a small inhaler and everything would be fine in moments. It was rare that an asthma attack was severe enough to warrant a visit to the nurse’s office and I certainly never observed any “worst case scenario” situations while in school.
It looked awful. The poor kids who wanted so badly to play badminton, kickball, or even just go for a jog outside had to be constantly monitored by an adult. On particularly humid (or pollen-filled) afternoons, the Guilderland High School track saw its fair share of a child, doubled over, trying to regain his breath.
The same thing happened to me. I would run, play a sport or even climb the bleachers. Suddenly, I had to stop. Doubled over, I gasped for air. Adults would run to me, frantic, asking me about my inhaler.
But I never had asthma. I was just an overweight kid.
I have a certain way of being in this world, and I shall not, I shall not be moved.
— Maya Angelou (@DrMayaAngelou) April 29, 2014
Donny and I celebrated our second anniversary yesterday (more on that later). During our wedding ceremony on May 27, 2012, a friend read this poem by Dr. Angelou. It has always been one of my favorites.
The sun has come.
The mists have gone.
We see in the distance…
our long way home.
I was always yours to have;
You were always mine.
We have loved each other in and out of time.
When the first stone looked up at the blazing sun
and the first tree struggled up from the forest floor
I had always loved you more.
You freed your braids…
gave your hair to the breeze.
It hummed like a hive of honey bees.
I reached in the mass for the sweet honey comb there….
Mmmm…God, how I loved your hair.
You saw me bludgeoned by circumstance.
Lost, injured, hurt by chance.
I screamed to the heavens…
Trying to change our nightmares into dreams…
The sun has come.
The mists have gone.
We see in the distance our long way home.
I was always yours to have
and you were always mine.
We’ve loved each other
in and out
in and out
in and out of time.
While waiting in line to grab dinner at McDonald’s yesterday, it’s safe to say that Charles Ramsey would not know that he would become a recognized hero before he had a chance to eat the stray fries at the bottom of the bag. After hearing a woman’s screams, Ramsey kicked in the door of a house in Cleveland, where three young women had been held against their will for over a decade. Believed to be dead by many, the story serves to demonstrate that countless kidnapping victims could still be alive.
Please take a moment to remind people around you that there are several unsolved, missing persons cases right here– in the Capital Region. Much like the young women in Ohio, Suzanne Lyall, Sara Anne Wood, Craig Frear and others have been missing for over a decade. The case in Ohio gives us hope that there is a possibility– although ever-so-slight– that these people might be found alive.
Please click here for more information on missing persons in the Capital Region.
Note: This entry was also posted to the Capital Region Newsroom blog.