Waiting
We were driving home from our Thanksgiving with family in Pennsylvania, and I watched the landscape change from snow and ice to mountain climbs, to softened, rolling hills, to mountains flanking our line… Continue reading
We were driving home from our Thanksgiving with family in Pennsylvania, and I watched the landscape change from snow and ice to mountain climbs, to softened, rolling hills, to mountains flanking our line… Continue reading
My fastest half marathon time stands stalwartly at 2:14:13. It was my very first half back in the days before Garmins were commonplace. When your Timex could give you an idea of your… Continue reading
It’s okay to be unsure. To mistrust your own decision-making and your beliefs and wonder if you’ve made a mockery of this life you’ve cobbled together. To trip over the messes you’ve made… Continue reading
I looked up. The symmetrical tops of the corn stalks swayed gently. The breeze carried them left and right in a comforting, consistent rhythm. They stretched several feet above my head, arched towards… Continue reading
She brought me wild berries. A scattering of green and purple dots in the bottom of a brown clay pot. Her face smudged with dirt and shimmering with sweat from the first day… Continue reading
Track piece by track piece, she built a meandering road. Its vague beginning and hazy end either stops abruptly or fades quietly into the distance. And with her still dimpled fingers, she delicately… Continue reading