What would you say if I told you I’m writing a book? A memoir, actually. As many of you know, my story first began here—on this page—many years ago. Now it finally feels like the right time to gather those fragments together and shape them into … [Continue reading]
Choosing My Own Start Line
Back in the spring, not long after the Boston Marathon, I found myself scrolling through the Boston Athletic Association’s charity listings. I clicked through page after page of logos until one stopped me: the Make-A-Wish Foundation, Massachusetts … [Continue reading]
SJ 8k
I fumble with the safety pins as I fasten my race bib to my yellow singlet. I feel my stomach twist and flutter inside while I wait for Cindy to arrive. She is the reason I am doing this 8K race. It will be her longest race since her stroke 7 years … [Continue reading]
Feliz Navidog!
Teeth bared, tails wagging, and playful growls now fill the quiet void of my mornings. I sip my coffee and watch them as if referreeing a sporting event. As I relax into this morning routine, I turn my gaze to other things while listening for the … [Continue reading]
Lifting Heavy Sh!t
When I was growing up, I saw my mom doing cardio and doing some weight training with the machines at the gym. She was pretty strong compared to my friends' mothers but her time in the gym was short-lived. I don't know why she stopped. I often wonder … [Continue reading]