Oh, 101.

Sweaty palms. Dilated pupils. New Year. New You. Well, not a new you, but a new me. Except not really. And beginning blogging feels pretty much like this: physical changes like the first two phrases; stuttering sentence fragments like the next few phrases. And this is what I get, and what you get to read,…

Solitary Test

I committed. Let me explain. Twenty-two years, four children, and an entire lifetime ago, I ran competitively. I had my own special type of insanity that looked very much like cross country and track through my junior high, high school and college years. I wasn’t very good. I was never mistaken for the leader of…