I’m starting the Bluewater Walking Club, and I have a feeling it’s going to become one of my favorite parts of Bluewater Lane. The idea began with a simple goal: I wanted to get serious about walking 10,000 steps a day again. I already have an Apple Watch. I can check my steps whenever I want, close rings, watch the numbers climb and receive little reminders that I should probably stand up. But none of that made me particularly excited to walk. What I wanted was something mor

I want to be someone who naturally heads out for a long walk every day, but if the entire plan is just “go get your steps,” I can suddenly find 40 other things I’d rather do. What works better for me is giving the walk a reason. A bookstore at the end. A really good audiobook. Halloween decorations to hunt for. Somewhere new to explore. A challenge where I can actually see myself making progress. So this fall, I’m not relying on motivation to magically appear. I’m making walk

September has arrived, and suddenly everything is pumpkins, sweaters, and fall candles.And honestly, I’m excited about all of it.But it’s also still summer. The days are warm, tomatoes and peaches are still in season, and there are a few good weeks left for swimming, eating outside, and getting ice cream after dinner. At the same time, something about September makes me want to get the house back in order and start making things feel a little cozier. Even though the start of

There are nights when I don’t mind cooking dinner at all. What I mind is figuring out what dinner is going to be. What should we have? Do I have everything? Did we already eat chicken twice this week? Is there something in the refrigerator that’s about to go bad? Do I need to run to the store? Somehow this entire conversation is happening in my head at 4:47 in the afternoon, usually when I’m already hungry and absolutely do not feel like conducting an inventory of the refrige

I have a habit of making healthy eating harder than it needs to be. When I’m cooking at home, I really cook. I’ll roast a chicken and use the bones to make broth, turn that into chicken noodle soup, mix my own taco seasoning, make corn tortillas, grate the cheese, simmer spaghetti sauce and keep sourdough going when I’m on a sourdough kick. I love feeding my family that way, and I’ve always believed that what we eat plays a huge role in how we feel. The problem is that there