Morning Essay I am a morning person by nature. The secrets of dawn reveal themselves to the patient listener. Those who choose to imbibe dim eddies of darkness, and drink the nectar of the subtler things: if you witness the shadows fade as they are swallowed by the sun, the…

On Running and Relationships: an ode to a friend, and what running taught me about marriage Running is one of the easiest topics for me to write about. It’s safe, it’s fairly universal and well understood, and it has about a billion metaphors for life, love, and the pursuit of…

Form Follows Function. Sunday, April 12. This was the first Sunday in two months I didn’t go for a run. I have come to look forward to Sunday runs. My first blog post actually was written off the cuff of a Sunday evening run. On a weekend off, Sunday morning…

Love: the tie that binds I am sitting quietly in my office, looking out the window at a barren tree; the early spring has not yet graced it with maiden buds. I am watching a solitary mourning dove perched on one of the sturdy branches. The keen bird appears a…

Inaction, reaction, deactivation, response: a conversation between friends (Photo: Bosch’s Garden of Earthly Delights) “Have you ever experienced a single act of pure compassion, kindness, or has anyone been fully present to witness your experience?” I asked my friend as we sat across from one another in my home office…

There is a lot of pain involved in running. That’s why, I suppose, a lot of people don’t run! When asked what one’s least favorite physical activity is, most non-runners will say running. I once saw a shirt at a race expo that said, “my sport is your sport’s punishment”…

Lessons learned on the path, part 1 Sunday evening has become an unofficial leisure run day for me. When I am off 3 out of 4 Sundays a month, I often step out to have a run around my city instead of a using a trail. It gives my husband…