On May 3rd I completed the 40 mile Five Boro Bike Tour and had the time of my life! I was all sorts of worried about being able to finish after only 2 months of training (I lost a month to migraines and unseasonably cold weather)
My introduction to fitness was watching my father jog for miles in his army boots, as I thought, “What’s THAT about?” It was the first time I had seen someone sweat on purpose just to get strong. My father passed on a connection to sweat as a form of
The new beginnings that come with spring are a balm to my senses every year, which is why I’m out on my bike in the mornings still training for the 5 Borough Bike Tour—I did my first 25 mile ride this Saturday!
For most of my life, my body and brain have been in a tug of war, with my brain finishing victorious most of the time. My head is controlled by an indomitable will I like to call my Viking. She’s obsessed with a mandate to
I just returned from a week with my grandkids where I didn’t feel like I did a good job. I wasn’t as strong or playful as I wanted to be, and I was judging myself hard. But I know that’s not helpful
Ahh January, time to make resolutions for a New Year so bright and shiny that anything is possible! I love the idea of a new year, but I’m not a big fan of resolutions, because they have such a rigid duality.
Welcome to the holiday season, y’all! Or in the immortal words of Stanley Tucci, “gird your loins.“
Yesterday, my beloved and I celebrated our 28th anniversary, and it reminded me of the first time we met.
As I watched all the bright shiny women tottering on their high heels, all I could think was, “Aw, sweetie, that looks exhausting!”
I am spent (said in a groovy Austin Power’s accent, please)! The phrase “I’m hounded by virtue” popped into my head, and that feels true.
I watched a special on Robert Redford a couple of weeks ago, and I can’t get it out of my head. He quoted the T.S. Eliot poem, “East Coker” when he talked about his personal vision statement,
I had the good fortune to go paddle boarding in the mornings on my trip home from NJ. Every day on the water was a glorious day, but my last paddle was jaw dropping.
“The struggle is not real; it's all in your head.” That is basically what my mentor/teacher Dr. Martha Beck said on a call during my life coach training in 2010, to which I respectfully said, "I call B.S.! I am struggling, and it is very real!"...
I'm not sure why I have such an issue with rest. The pastoral scene of napping in a hammock is like a horror flick to me...
In my new WMCT Master Coach training, there is a concentration on integrity in every action and word. This reminds me of when I studied Buddhism’s tenet of Right Speech in school. For me, this is where drama crashes into integrity....
Happy Mother’s Day, y'all! This is a throwback to Mother’s Day 2012, and if your relationship with your mom is prickly, it might help!
Yesterday was the first Mother’s Day that I’ve spent without my mom–it wasn’t terrible. My sweet children made or gave me thoughtful presents that warmed my heart, but I couldn’t stop thinking about last Mother’s Day...
Middle school was not easy. As you can see in the photo, I was plump and had braces—the glasses and raging acne are not evident in the picture. Being plump was not pleasing! The first time I can remember thinking I was fat was when my mom fostered a brother and sister who were 10 and 16 years old, respectively. Since she had a built-in babysitter...
This week marks the first day of spring, and, for me, that means cleaning out a closet or four. As I drove away from the Bargain Box donation center, I felt light and free, offloading things that no longer matched Terri v.3/2025!
When we moved out of our Barbie Dreamhouse in 2015...
Expectations are tricky. They seem like goals, but they can be more draining than helpful when unmet. From a young age, I didn’t trust expectations, as the people in charge of me were bigger, more powerful, and...
I'm off adventuring with whales, so here's a throwback to March 2012...enjoy!
The last couple of weeks have been a bit challenging for the Fedonczak family. One kid had a fender bender and one kid was tied in knots about a singing audition. The drama combined with preparations for a big trip...
From August of 2010 to August of 2011, I lost my right breast, my father, and my mother; it was a bad year. However, this year of life-altering changes afforded me an invaluable...
