About our blog:
Making It Daily is a shared blog. In 2013, Claire, KHP and Kristen R. launched this blog as a way to track ourselves as we tackled three different 365 projects:
Claire: Wrote every day
KHP: Made art every day
Kristen R: Ran every day
We did these things every day for one full year. And now, we use this blog as a way to stay connected to another.
Although we still each carve out a little time every week to do these things, we take turns posting occasionally. We're busy working moms, partners, runners, writers, artists and more -- just trying to make it daily.
Got a passion? Join us in making it daily.
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I found out today that I won’t be able to run one of my new, favorite half marathons next year. I did this race back in April — the Park to Park Half Marathon in Waynesboro, Va. It was my … Continue reading
Mondays are pretty poopy sometimes, but I’ve gotten through another one with no major disasters and am finally tucking Free into bed. It’s 8pm. We missed our goal of 7:30 because I read to her while she was in the … Continue reading
Today I remembered Jamaica Kincaid’s “Girl” and thought I would write a stream-of-consciousness little something to Free. The prompt is to write something to someone that you want them to know but that you would never actually say to them. … Continue reading
I am back in Vermont after two days at the lake with Newman and his son. It was quiet there, quiet enough for me to read two books and re-discover the pleasure of having nothing to do but chop vegetables … Continue reading
My mother’s fingers wind their way through my hair, tugging and twirling it free from the tight curlers that have pressed against my skull all night. I am wearing a blue wool dress that is itchy and heavy on my … Continue reading