I’m in a crowded room and then I’m in a bathroom.  I’m holding my breath.  I see someone. He’s carrying this biological terror inside him, this virus that he’s going to unleash on the world, so I take a deep …

It’s Okay to Be Like Everyone Else: A Five-Miler Read more »

When I opened my daughter’s door to tuck her in for bed, I caught a glimpse of a 9-year old flashing a toy light sabre at incoming storm troopers. Naturally I grabbed the other light sabre and joined her in …

What Makes a Good Mom? Read more »

One kid, then a second, and then a third jumped-tumbled off the high bus steps and gang-tackled me.  After hugging them back, I walked behind the boys with my daughter, who chattered about her day. “I have something I want …

Running and Mom Guilt Read more »

It’s been raining this morning since I woke up.  The house takes on a grayish tint without sunlight and I’m thinking about grabbing my red running jacket and heading out to run over tree roots and through mud and into …

Unfiltered, Raw and Real Read more »

Thanks again to WordPress for “freshly pressing” my post on media distortion last week.  I’d like to welcome both new and longtime followers alike, and to reassure you that I’m not a political blogger.  Not really.  In fact, I swore …

Mysterious Marathon Memory of Paul Ryan Read more »

 Yesterday morning, I ran along the banks of Burke Lake.  I followed a route that took me through the woods, over tree roots, and through a few cobwebs that had grown overnight.  I jogged past the main marina, where young …

Circle of Life: Taking it Easy Read more »

This weekend I finished Draft Two of Ripple and I have sent it out much gratitude to my very competent beta readers, Deborah Bryan and Astrea Baldwin, as well as the world’s best writing partner, Renée Schuls-Jacobson. Meanwhile, with the …

Status of Ripple and Running Memoirs Read more »

“I’m going to make it.”  That was my mantra during the first marathon I ran.  I felt unequal to the task, and yet I knew the course and the hills and the pain in my own body would not stop …

Writing a Novel is Like Running a Marathon Read more »

I made it to the lake for a ten-miler at 6 p.m., and a mile or two into the run, dark storm clouds raced like black war horses from the western side of the water.  The wind picked up and …

Stormy Friendship Read more »

I squinted into the darkness and tried to read my Nike sports band and my Droid 2.  3.02 miles.  69.78 miles in five days.  11:53 p.m.  It was time.  In one minute I would open the thick laundry room door.  …

Pride Matters: Chasing Miles and Time Read more »