Author Archives: Katherine Tarbox
Yes, I’m Running the New York Marathon
I think anyone who participates in endurance sports is trying to prove something, whether or not they admit it. It’s not natural to go out and run for hours, and sometimes it’s just not enjoyable until you finish. I know that proving something … Continue reading
It Just Takes Faith
I’ll probably lose all my 22,000 Twitter followers after I make this confession, but I adore, absolutely adore Miley Cyrus’s “The Climb.” I am not sure who wrote the song (sure, I could do research), but I have to believe … Continue reading
Happiness Is About Giving
As I have written about here, I give Kiva gift certificates for Christmas. This year I gave over 50 to friends to make micro-finance loans. I logged in last week and found that only four have used them. I was so upset that my friends, no matter how … Continue reading
Growing Up
I’m days away from turning 30. I used to think to myself, “When I grow up, I’ll …” and I never really figured out when it would be official that I was grown up. It’s kind of like who gets to … Continue reading
Running Is A Privilige
Tuesday was the first day I hadn’t had stitches on the back of my left calf. For those who don’t know, I gashed my leg when I was carrying out the garbage. My caterer threw away broken glass and didn’t tell me. I … Continue reading
Give A Little
In 2008, I decided the time had come to send out “adult Christmas cards.” You know the ones you get customized by William Arthur & Co. with the gold embossing that wish everyone happiness during the holiday season. I made mine … Continue reading
Set Your Own Rules
This past summer I fell in love with the movie Barney’s Version, which tells the story of an ordinary man’s life with ordinary problems but with an extraordinary heart. It will move you to tears and make you want to try a … Continue reading
Goodbye, My Lover
Yesterday, while I was typing at my desk, I started experiencing an uncontrollable shaking in my fingers. My tips would not point to the right keys even though my mental faculties were trying to direct them. And as my shaking continued … Continue reading