The Light of the World
On the lawn of my neighbor four doors down stands a panoply of lighted yard animals. A couple of moose and two varieties of reindeer, what appears to be a bear, a snowman, and a Snoopy-like dog...
View ArticleBy the Numbers
My brother turned fifty-one last week. Fifty-one. A big number. Not so long ago, turning fifty sounded like an impossible thing, a feat maybe other people managed, but not the people I knew, my...
View ArticleIntentionality
“A speck of glitter is an accident,” said the woman across the conference table. “A blotch of it is intentional.” I thought of the splotch of glitter glue stuck to my home office floor, a reminder of...
View ArticleWhat’s Your Attitude?
“It’s so cold and miserable outside I have to go to the gym, do hills on the treadmill,” I complained to my boyfriend on the phone yesterday morning. “I hate the treadmill.” I feel like I’ve been...
View ArticleThe Longest Run
Bridal veil blooms early in San Antonio. I see the first flowers open sporadically like buttermilk dripping down the side of the neighborhood fence as I set out for my long run alone. It’s been...
View ArticleFocus
A focused mind is one of the most powerful forces in the universe. So says the fortune tacked on the corkboard above my desk. I believe this is true, which is why the tiny slip of paper is pinned...
View ArticleWhy I Run
I love to run. I know this in the same way I know that my eyes are brown, my second toe is taller than my big toe, and that the indentation above my right eye is a relic of the chicken pox I...
View ArticleA Lesson in Stillness
My greatest fear is that I will run out of time. That there isn’t enough, there won’t be enough to complete a project, call this person, prepare for that presentation. Write. Run. Walk my dogs. Vacuum...
View ArticleScratch That
You’re starting from scratch. Words I normally don’t like to hear. They usually follow in the wake of a loss. Corrupted data. Missing spreadsheets. People leaving, taking with them their knowledge,...
View ArticleTime in Hand
Hold onto time. Advice from an elderly man I read the other morning before I went out to run. As if time were an apple to be held firmly in the palm and not a slippery fish to escape from my grasp....
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