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Trump Trauma

“A word after a word after a word is power.” – Margaret Atwood The filmstrip of my mind clicks through the scenes ever so quickly this morning – with every footfall that lands and crunches on the fallen leaves blanketing … Continue reading

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The Teddy Bear, the Unbeliever, and the Holy Spirit

McKenna kisses the fabric heart and whispers, “I know this bear will help you heal. We all just need a little love.” Then, she tucks the heart into the stuffing of the teddy bear’s body and looks at me with … Continue reading

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This Mess

The howling wind through my open window found its way into my dreams this morning.  I awoke with the harsh realization that what I thought were crashing waves on a Tahitian beach was merely an obnoxious vortex of fast moving … Continue reading

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Last Rites and Hill Repeats

It’s Friday.  Friday is supposed to be my rest day from running and training.  It’s supposed to be the day I sleep a little longer and spend a bit more time with my coffee and my laptop before the kids … Continue reading

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Poetry in Motion

I’m lacing up my running shoes and finishing the last sip of my coffee when I give my Twitter account one more glance before I start to close the lid on my laptop.  But, then something catches my eye and … Continue reading

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Commencement Speech for One

Getting started this morning is oddly comforting as I slowly click up the speed on the treadmill.  It’s the second week of May, but an unexpected weather pattern released a blanket of snow across Littleton and welcomed us with about … Continue reading

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Grace and the Candy Cabinet

Finally it’s getting a little lighter I think as I take the first sip from my beloved coffee and stare out the kitchen window that faces today’s pink-hued glowing mountains.  I love daylight savings time – and the hope that … Continue reading

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The Runner, the Son, and Grace

My iPhone’s weather app reports that it’s negative 11 degrees and snowy today at 5:02 a.m.  My phone, however, has not revealed anything I don’t already know.  I awoke with an unshakable chill and my coffee doesn’t even feel hot … Continue reading

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The Thread That Runs Through It

I don’t believe in ghosts and I don’t believe in luck. But I do believe in energy. I believe that if you wake up in the morning and think you’re going to have a bad day, you ultimately will. On … Continue reading

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You Inspire Me

I started running when I was in seventh grade because my parents thought I was getting fat.  At first, it was painful and boring and every labored step was confirmation that I was now a ‘fatty pants.’   I was not … Continue reading

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