What do you run for? I’m running for Braille Across America!

Exactly one month ago I was celebrating my finish of completing 150 miles at the Beyond Limits Running Jackpot Ultra Running Festival 72 hour event. I still have not yet written a full race recap. Every time I try, i’m overwhelmed with emotions. I knew going into that event that I would be going through a lot. What I have to say about those 72 hours deserves more than a blog post or a Facebook post. I know once I start writing, it will run, pardon the pun, away with itself and turn into that book that I will one day publish.

The landscape of life takes us through peaks and valleys, canyons, cliffs, barren deserts, and wide open Meadows. My heart is heavy with a few too many things, and so I run…

I run for my mental health.

I run for clarity.

I run for peace.

I run for an escape.

I run to numbe.

I run to feel.

I run for Joy.

I run because it is a place where I can just be.

In this current stretch, I’m making my miles count for more than just me. I am running to raise funds for braille literacy. I am participating in the National Braille Press Braille Across America event where individuals and teams across the country are running, riding, strolling, and rolling to raise funds to get more braille books into the hands of blind kids and blind parents.

National Braille Press makes it possible through donations from Events like this, and the generous support of sponsors to provide braille books at the same cost as print books.

The best part is that I’m doing this event with a few friends and my Marley.

If you’ve been following my blog Blind Mom in the Burbs then you know that we have had quite a journey as we have had to advocate for my daughters own right to braille literacy. thanks to the persistence we put in back as early as preschool days, my now middle Schooler has not only survived pandemic schooling, but is more than thriving with straight A’s in accelerated courses. This is all thanks to braille!

She at first was planning to complete the distance of a marathon during the challenge, then decided to triple that because it cost three times as much to produce a braille book than it does a print book. Now, she wants more. She is committing to go even farther than 3 times26.2. She is determined to complete more than 100 miles between March 17 and April 19 for Braille Across America.

Me? I plan to complete 365 miles, 1 mile for every day of the year! 39 of those miles will happen on my 39th birthday on April 2.

Won’t you support our miles and smiles as we go the distance for Braille Across America!

You can do so bye making a donation to our team or to our individual fundraising Pages by visiting this link. Or, if you want to make your miles count, you can join the team too for Braille Across America.

Happy lunar new year

Here’s wishing everyone happiness, health, and wealth.

The measurement of wealth is not in $$$$, but in the synergized product of happiness and health.

For almost 10 years I have been blogging at Blind Mom in the Burbs about how our family lives actively and loves proactively.

I’d love to share with you and your families how you too can LEAN into living as a happier healthier you.

Stay tuned for announcements on how to sign up for a four week health coaching course as we discuss the four pillars of health; lifestyle, exercise, attitude, and nutrition.

Bring on More Miles and Smiles in 2022

As we enter into 2022, I’ll be sharing more about my own health journey, and would love to be a support to your health journey.

According to Dr. Sears Wellness Institute, the world health organization defines health as a state of complete physical, mental, and social well-being and not merely the absence of disease or infirmary. Optimal health on the other hand, is defined by health and human services as a holistic focus with The aim of obtaining the most possible health outcomes by promoting healthier behavior and not merely the absence of disease. Health and human services believes that when we focus on optimal health A prioritizes prevention and encourages individuals to prioritize and lower their risk for illness.

Personally, I know I feel much better physically, mentally, and emotionally when I eat well and am able to get out and move my body.

On this first day of 2022, I’m inviting you to get up, get out, and get active.


What’s your finish line?

A friend asked me over the weekend why I choose to do such big adventures and have such crazy goals. On Sunday, my husband and I will be embarking on a five day bike ride across the state of Utah with five other teams of tandem bike riders, then finish it off with a marathon at the end of the week. In February, I plan to complete my second official 100 mile race getting me 2/3 of the way closer to being eligible to apply for Badwater, a 135 mile race through Death Valley in the middle of July.

My simple answer, “Because it scares me.”

What is it that scares you?

What’s your finish line?

Amazing Kick Ass Women (AKA): Blind Parenting With Spice

I often get asked to participate in speaking events or on different panels. I am especially excited to be a part of this one. We had so much fun and laughed so hard just on the planning sessions. Tune in to a talk show styled night filled with some super saucy ladies and spice!


AMAZING KICK ASS WOMEN (AKA):                                     



You’re in for a fun-filled, tell-all, on-the-wild-side kind of Women’s night out—and it’s on a Tuesday, too?

Featuring the SPICIEST of SPICY WOMEN:
Rosy Ramirez Carranza, Denna Lambert, Lisamaria Martinez, TERRI RUPP

We’ve got Spin the Bottle, Shake-it-up Thought Provoking Q&A and we even have Dear Abby…or something like it with audio and video clips of Blind Moms with real questions!   

It will be a night filled with TRUTH and LAUGHTER and WOMEN bonding through it all! 

We even have some AWESOME DOOR PRIZES!

So, when is this amazing event, you ask? Tuesday, May 4th

Here’s how it works …

The ZOOM ROOM opens at 6:45 p.m. EST for Pre-Registration/Happy Hour.  If you want to be entered to win one of the incredible DOOR PRIZES, be there at 6:45 p.m. EST, because Pre-registration closes at 7:00 p.m. EST and no more names will be entered after 7:00 p.m. EST.
At 7:00 p.m. EST, the festivities will begin and the Spicy Mamas will bear all!

Here is the key to unlock this FANTABULOUS night of FUN:

Send me an email at blindmomintheburbs@gmail.com before 6:45 PM EST/ 3:45 PM PST and I will reply back with the zoom connection details.


Look Out Bad Water 135! Here Comes Your First Blind Female Runner

In February I ran my first 100 miler, but that doesn’t officially count because it was a self supported fat ass race. Last weekend, I ran my first official 100 miler at the Beyond Limits Running Jackpot Ultra Running Festival, where I logged 115 miles in 72 hours. What next? Here it is! My new obsession. In between phone calls, emails, and zoom meetings, I’ve been learning all I can learn about Badwater 135. This race starts in Badwater in death Valley, the lowest point on the North American continent. This race is run in the middle of July where temperatures are regularly above 120°. this is not just a 100 miler. Runners will go 135 miles from Badwater to Whitney portal, the beginning of the highest point in North America.I need to complete two more official 100 milers to be able to apply for this race. My goal is to do this in 2023, the year I turn 40. I live in Las Vegas with prime training conditions to run in triple digit heat. Death Valley is just less than three hours away so my guides and I will get plenty of opportunity to train all of the portions of the actual race. Lastly, it’s a road race, so I don’t have to worry about obstacles like rocks, roots, boulders, and other things on a trail race. Is it crazy? Yes! Is it scary? Just a little bit! I’m so excited! Why not shoot for something just a little bit scary and crazy? Look out Badwater! Here comes your first blind female runner. #Runstoppable #NotJustABlindMom

Unapologetically me

I’ve been told by a few women in separate circles of my life, jokingly and seriously, that they can’t help but feel envious when reading my Facebook posts.

I am going to unapologetically be me. If my sharing how we live actively and love proactively brings negative feelings, then please take a moment to see how you can make some changes in your own Life to be in a place of joy and peace.

It’s not easy. Being in a place like this takes work, hard work. I’ve paid my dues with years of loneliness, depression, struggles with self worth, and oh so many tears. There’s that saying that the grass is always greener on the other side, but who needs grass when there are so many other beautiful choices for landscaping?

Get out of you’re supposed to box. Boxes are square and the corners will inevitably get stuck. This song here is mine and Marley‘s current favorite song to sing off key to while we’re lapping the neighborhood, a neighborhood filled with friendly neighbors, green grass, and beautiful vibrant colorful desert landscaping.

This is me from the greatest showman soundtrack.

Here you go. I’ve pasted the video for your listening pleasure below the lyrics.

I am not a stranger to the darkHide away, they say
‘Cause we don’t want your broken parts
I’ve learned to be ashamed of all my scars
Run away, they say
No one’ll love you as you areBut I won’t let them break me down to dust
I know that there’s a place for us
For we are gloriousWhen the sharpest words wanna cut me down
I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown ’em out
I am brave, I am bruised
I am who I’m meant to be, this is me
Look out ’cause here I come
And I’m marching on to the beat I drum
I’m not scared to be seen
I make no apologies, this is meOh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, ohAnother round of bullets hits my skin
Well, fire away ’cause today, I won’t let the shame sink in
We are bursting through the barricades and
Reaching for the sun (we are warriors)
Yeah, that’s what we’ve become (yeah, that’s what we’ve become)I won’t let them break me down to dust
I know that there’s a place for us
For we are gloriousWhen the sharpest words wanna cut me down
I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown ’em out
I am brave, I am bruised
I am who I’m meant to be, this is me
Look out ’cause here I come
And I’m marching on to the beat I drum
I’m not scared to be seen
I make no apologies, this is meOh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
This is meAnd I know that I deserve your love
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) There’s nothing I’m not worthy of
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh)
When the sharpest words wanna cut me down
I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown ’em out
This is brave, this is bruised
This is who I’m meant to be, this is meLook out ’cause here I come (look out ’cause here I come)
And I’m marching on to the beat I drum (marching on, marching, marching on)
I’m not scared to be seen
I make no apologies, this is meWhen the sharpest words wanna cut me down
I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown ’em out
I’m gonna send a flood
Gonna drown ’em out
This is me

Celebrate Nevada Reading Week in Braille with the NFB of Nevada

I don’t own a Cat in the Hat hat amongst my many number of hats. I do own a national Federation of the blind of Nevada hat where I serve as affiliate president.

This week, the national Federation of the blind of Nevada is celebrating Nevada reading week with videos of our members reading braille.

Here’s the first video and my favorite Dr. Seuss book, “Oh the Things You Can Think.”

Why not ask why not?

Some people ask, “Why?” while others ask, “Why not?” Why not choose why not?
In my experience, I tend to have more fun and find out what I’m made of when choosing why not.

Why not go after the dream of running a marathon? It’s only 26.2 miles.
Why not run the St. George Marathon less than 12 months after the Las Vegas Rock and Roll Marathon?
Why not run the Jackpot ultra? A 50 K is only 31.07 miles, just a few miles more than a marathon.
Why not sign up for the Nanny Goat 24 hour race? I already completed 32.5 miles in 12 hours. What’s another 12 hours?
So what if Nanny Goat is postponed, why not put on our own 24 hour run and call it the Monkey Goat?
The Beyond Limits Running Jackpot Ultra Festival where I ran my first 50 K is adding a 72 hour option. Why not sign up and see if I can run 100 miles?
Jackpot’s postponed thanks to the pandemic, well why not plan another self supported run? If I could complete 54 miles in 24 hours, then why not shoot for 100 miles in 48 hours. We’ll call this one the Crackpot 100.

That’s how I ended up running loop after loop in my neighborhood on February 12 and 13. My neighbors thought I was crazy. My family and non-runner friends thought I was crazy. My running tribe, they inspired me to keep moving. Two other girls were doing there own 100 miler on the opposite end of town. As moms of kids in school during distance-learning, we Are creative with finding ways to support our family while still supporting our own goals. Other runners showed up for laps to keep me company, wouldn’t let me stop even during 40 mile winds and a hail storm. Lastly, my husband took the kids camping , thus gifting 36 hours of uninterrupted time to just focus on my goals, showed up in time to finish the last 10 miles with me.

When Aaron took the tether, he asked me what things went threw my head while running. During long runs, I find my mind able to let go of the to do’s and enjoy just being in the moment, the needed moments of reflection and release one needs in the space of self care. I didn’t have any moments like that though on Friday and Saturday because of the great company that kept me entertained. It wasn’t until the next morning when the reality of the monumental task I had just completed and the overwhelming feeling of pride and accomplishment took over in waves of tears that wouldn’t stop flowing.

I really did it. I set a goal to run 100 miles in 48 hours. I headed out alone on the very first lap before any guides even arrived because I was itching to get going. Friends came and went throughout the duration of the miles. We called it for the night at 50 miles just before midnight on day 1. Because of the rest allowed my body, I started Saturday morning feeling strong and ready to finish the second half of the hundred. Just as we were about to turn the corner onto our street to start the last lap, my husband said he needed to pee. OH no, there was no stopping. TMI warning, my body said there would be absolutely no stopping by letting it all flow. Apparently I needed to pee too. By that time we’d been walking for hours because of the nausea and aches and pains. Not realizing that he really did run in the house to use the bathroom, the muscle memory of the last two days of lapping the 1.1 mile Capital B shaped loop in our hood moved my feet one painful zombie step after the next. Cold, wet, and hurting all over, I slipped into the hot epsom salt bath waiting for me just over 40 hours after the very first lap.

All the feels, so many feels, the gratitude, the joy, the sense of accomplishment, they overflowed from my exhausted body, and I just couldn’t help but feel strong, powerful, and unstoppable.

So now what?

Why not run/ walk/ ride the distance from San Fransisco to Boston, invite all of you to do it with me virtually and raise funds for Braille literacy?

Why not call our Braille Across America team the Unstoppables?

National Federation of the Blind President, Mark Riccobono said in his 2018 banquet address, ‘it is our diversity that gives us depth. It is our long standing commitment to work together that gives us strength. It is our synergy that makes us unstoppable.”

Why not take my love of reading, combine it with my love of running, and support national braille press through my love of writing to get more braille books into the hands of blind children?
It wasn’t until I learned Braille in my early 20’s, after loosing the ability to read print that I felt literate again. I was that kid who always had my nose in a book, but I literally had my nose in the book with high powered magnifiers with bright lights attached. The more eyesight I lost, the harder I had to work to keep up in school, and the more neck and back pain I suffered from leaning in to try to see. Meeting successful blind adults with careers and families, getting around confidently with long white canes, using accessible technology, and reading Braille kicked me out of my fake it to make it funk. Why not press pause on school to learn skills that would turn me into a confident blind adult? Why not go to the most intensive training center often referred to as the bootcamp for the blind? During my time at the Louisiana Center for the Blind, I not only gained the positive philosophy and confidence through nine intensive months of training, I gained back the love of literacy when I learned Braille. Now as a blind mom to a blind fifth grader and third grader, I couldn’t imagine being able to raise smart, strong, creative, resourceful, resilient, confident kids without the solid foundation of Braille and blindness skills to build on.

Only 10% of blind/ low vision kids are taught Braille.
70% of blind adults are unemployed.
90% of those employed blind adults are Braille readers.

Why not raise these low literacy rates by running/ walking/ riding and raise funds to get more Braille books into the hands of blind children.
Why not Braille Across America!

Learn more about how to sign up or make a donation here. https://www.classy.org/campaign/braille-across-america-2021/c320409

No More Merely Surviving. Thriving Starts Now! Who’s with me?

“My mission in life is not to merely survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.”

I used this Maya Angelo quote in the banquet address I gave at the National Federation of the Blind of Texas State Convention last Saturday. Like everything else these days, the event was virtual. I thought I struggled with my speech because it was over zoom, and I was speaking to the computer screen from the corner of my bedroom.  I’ve been kicking myself since then, saying things like, “That was awful.” “I was all over the place.” This morning, while crying in the shower, it hit me that I’m merely surviving. I’m not thriving.

I’m merely going through the motions of the day to day. I’ve stopped taking care of myself, so that I could put it all into taking care of others. 

I’ve lost my passion.

I’ve lost my self compassion.

Humor is so lost that I’m finding my face sore from frowning, clenching my jaw, and grinding my teeth at night.

Lastly, my daily style is things I could wear to sleep.  My physical health is a direct reflection of my mental health, and they are both struggling. 

This is me saying ENOUGH!

I will live my mission in life.

I will thrive;

with passion,

with compassion,

with humor,

and with style.

It starts today.  That cry in the shower was more than me releasing some tears. That cry in the shower allowed me to reflect on what needs to happen in order to get back to my mission in life. Step 2, write this blog. Step 3. send out an SOS to the running community for a good long run. In the mean time, a long bike ride on the tandem with my husband should help.

Friends, let’s not allow ourselves to merely survive. Let’s live our missions in life with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.  Let’s thrive!