Stunned. Quiet. Speechless. Weeping. Where are you, God? Oh-I see. Operating in the best of human agency people running grieving ...
Yesterday, I ran for joy. Not for a race, time, fitness or some other noble pursuit; I ran for joy. Sort of like Fo...
How do we stop the Mississippi from flooding or the wind from howling down our door? We start somewhere. We learn. Pray. Plan. Execute. St...
Today, Runners' World popped up with "MORNING READ: "How I learned to love running without an iPod". In the running univer...
Was it a morning like this? I love this question. It joins me to that day of when the women ran to the tomb and found it empt...
Today is Wednesday...all day long. It's a time-machine Wednesday; one that wants to go back and live like Monday. You know Monday: ...
My twenty-somethings are upstairs getting cleaned up after a rousing game of K-Stateopoly. Howard is at work and doesn't mind that I ...
Among the many new things in this married Texas life - besides location, church community, running routes, and climate...has been the addition of ...
unscripted. this word has been willowing about my thinking - sleeping and awake - for over a week now. last weekend, Howard took me to my firs...
This morning I woke up sore. My legs and arms are cramped from fighting and kicking and protecting my little girl self. I spent the night doing...
