RACHEL SCHMIDT 

Last week I got on a plane to Kona, Hawaii, home of the Ironman World Championships. For those of you who know me, I am a bit obsessed...

When I was dying—actually dying, not dying of hunger or embarrassment or other silly things people say—I went through a pretty angry...

I was thinking about camping the other day, because in this part of the country, booking a campsite starts next week. It seems crazy to...

I get asked a lot about how I juggle all the things that I do. Like it's somehow admirable to be spinning ten plates with a hundred...

When I started this blog I was dying. Literally dying. In the hospital, tubes coming out of me, nurses swooping in and out, devices...

As I sit here, enjoying my hot coffee in the early morning hours, another young mother is in the hospital, fighting for her life. It...

I had a brief moment a few weeks ago, one of those life-flashing-before-your-eyes instances, where I was sure I'd feel pretty stupid for...

I’d forgive you for thinking, after reading this post, that I concoct ridiculous scenarios just so I will have something to write about....

To be clear, I know this is a hyperbole, but I am starting to feel a little bit like Job. And before you jump down my throat, I do...