KLOUT & the power of a tiny tribe.

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Ahhh Klout.  Here's where, were I not a misfit, you might find some sort of disclaimer proffered about varying circumstances etc. Ive got none such disclaimer.  I do think KLOUT rocks as no other metric illuminates the power of a TINY TRIBE. To be a blogger is to be continually asked to prove your worth. Each time we pitch/are approached by a brand (a post for a different day. if life is like ... Continue Reading

National Adoption month.

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The essay below is from my 2012 appearance in Austin's Listen To Your Mother Show. The entire experience was unforgettable--but nothing more so than seeing the pride on my child's face as I shared our story.  Recently, as we chatted about National Adoption Month, she expressed her excitement for our *dear* friend Sarah & how cool it is one of her new Oakland BFFs is adopted from Guatemala, ... Continue Reading

I sleep like a toddler.

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  These days it seems the most common question I receive is about sleep. I get lots of what do you eat?! or will you share your workout routine? queries---but more than anything Im asked what time I plop my misfit-self in bed, how you can become an early riser & if I get enough rest (according to that test I *do*--you?!). I completely understand. Given the time of day I ... Continue Reading

Unapologetically Myself (musings on self-confidence).

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Because I like to surround myself with the young-folk I have number of friends who turn forty this year. (it blows my mind I had this blog when I turned forty.  please to take said disbelief as foreshadowing of shifts to MizFitCome.) Because Im a semi-INTROVERT who shuns the small talk-- we've had myriad conversations about aging, changing life perspective & goals we have for time that's ... Continue Reading

Watching what our BRAINS eat.

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The past year Ive grown obsessed with what my family consumes. Like super-obsessed. And, unlike many who're focused on the SUGARS this time of year---Im preoccupied with what our brains are consuming.   This focus was sparked during the Super Bowl when the Tornado was "assigned" to watch the half-time show by her music teacher. Now, I love me some Beyonce, but through the ... Continue Reading

Im not supposed to write this post…

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So, you know, lets keep it just between us. The problem is, in a way I havent felt in a few weeks, I feel called to write it. I have to write the story whether I share it or not. And, being the misfit I am, Ive grown too excited not to share. Allow me to back up. When last I over-blathered my 'not supposed to share' Id returned to saying: You're just not a priority right ... Continue Reading

If we had coffee…

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A little while ago I stumbled upon this blog post. It resonated with me because it’s precisely how blog reading feels/is to me. I read blogs in the morning with my coffee *before* the zaniness of my day begins. I also liked the concept because my favorite blogs to *read* are written in that manner. As if we were just two friends getting together and chatting over coffee. Ive got lots ... Continue Reading

Tips for taking criticism without falling apart.

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  As a healthy living community we rarely chat about the skill of taking CRITICISM without falling apart. We've focused on the importance of accepting a compliment gracefully. I've yammered before--and believe it as important as ever--how deflecting or diminishing a nicety denigrates the giver (never our intent). We infrequently discuss how much better (take my word for it) and ... Continue Reading

Jewish Girls.

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Subtitle: I cant lie. Ive been jealous. Green with envy. For a while Ive coveted what it seemed others had. I was envious of the FUN I perceived happened when my Catholic friends skipped off to CCD together. I longed for the unity I thought friends possessed as they giggled together on Monday over Sunday's happenings at church. Ive watched bloggers go on mission trips and ... Continue Reading

MizFit RE-exposed (four year update).

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When Michelle reached out and asked if Id do an EXPOSED! update I couldn't believe it had been four years. Not so much in the "Good gosh time flies! Can you believe it has been four years already?!" sense, but in the "That feels like a lifetime ago.  I feel like a different person." way. I went back and reread my initial post.  I recognized much of that woman. I remembered the ... Continue Reading

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