This is always the craziest time of the year. Whatever holiday you celebrate (or even you don’t have a holiday to celebrate), there is a frenzied energy in the air. People are rushing about, work is nuts, kids are bonkers, and if you accidentally turn on the news, Peace on Earth is not exactly happening right now.
The other day, a friend of mine who is not so much with the Instagram, was surprised to learn that I post and write about makeup on my account there. You see, dear readers, she sees me every day and witnesses, in-person, the very scant amount of visible cosmetics I wear on the daily.
A few months ago, I wrote a piece called, “Life is But a Dream,” all about my dear friend Julie Mikos Houlihan, her business, The Healing Farm, and how her hard work and dedication is making her dream a reality.
On my half-marathon training schedule, last Thursday called for a series of 400-meter sprints. So, I headed to the flattest, straightest part of the running path - a stretch that runs right along the creek, with a gorgeous view of Mt. Tamalpais. It’s also a stretch that just happens to be across the street from our local hospital.
