Today Eliza left on her road trip back up to Victoria for another year of University. I sat on the stoop and watched her drive away, my heart full of the complicated mixture of pride and sadness that is becoming a familiar part of parenting a young adult. I wanted to go inside and sob… Read More Crying into my Goggles (Day 241)
Eliza arrived at the lake today! She’s been home in Berkeley working all summer and the world feels like a better place now that all four of us are back together under one roof, at least for a little while. Eliza joined me for the first part of my swim and I got to vicariously… Read More Eliza Reunion! (Day 207)
What I wanted for Mother’s Day was to swim with my girls and be provided with breakfast. What I got was swimming with Hazel and making my own breakfast before rushing off to the Bay Area Book Festival. I actually got a lot more than that. First, so many friends made it down to the… Read More Mother’s Day (Day 128)
I was excited to get back to the bulb with my crew this morning. My adventures this weekend were fantastic, but at my core, I am a creature of habit, and the bulb with its familiar faces, landmarks, and routines, was calling to me. It was a little bit warmer today (a lot warmer than… Read More Appearances and Realities (Day 60)
Today began in the pre-dawn hours with Hazel and I waking up in a hotel room in Modesto where we’d spent the night before in order to make it to her mountain bike race by 6:30 am. The pain of the early hour was tempered by how incredibly beautiful the awakening day was. Mountain bike… Read More Turlock Lake (Day 57)
The first time I saw the swimmers at Aquatic Park, I was chaperoning a 5th grade overnight field trip to a 300 ft, square-rigged tall ship called the Balclutha. Built in 1886 for the grain trade, the Balclutha is now a national historic landmark vessel. When those 30 fifth graders from Cragmont Elementary School stepped… Read More Aquatic Park (Day 56)
Today was a swirl of the kind of anxious, gnawing worry that often accompanies parenthood. A sick daughter in a faraway country, a flurry of stress as we try and figure out how to get her home. I put my swimming clothes on at 7:15 in the morning and didn’t get into the water until… Read More Worrying (Day 7)
Jenny Swimming 