Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly. Pablo Neruda Thursday morning after my forest-based workout, my friend Laura asked me to join her and her kids to pick strawberries. Thinking of the mountains…

As the oldest of seven and the product of overachiever parents, I'm known as a hyper-competent woman "who always has answers and knows where she’s going,” the go-to girl and the person who always seems to have it together. And, as I move…

Lately, I'm noticing my thoughts zipping and pinging madly—much like a tennis match. When I get distracted, off-center and spread too thin, I know that's a sign to pause, take a deep breath and check-in. More than any other practice, the art/science…

Monday my workday was packed with deadlines. Regardless, I layered up, headed out into the sub-freezing temps at 7:30 a.m. and hiked into the Pisgah Forest to meet my outdoor fitness tribe for a cardio/strength training session. Three mornings/week…