Pain Along the Path

"Perhaps there is no solid obstacle except our own need to protect ourselves from being touched. Maybe the only enemy is that we don't like the way reality is now and therefore wish it would go away fast....if we run a hundred miles an hour to the other end of the continent in order to... Continue Reading →

Running, like a butterfly

I know that may be hard to envision. Butterflies frequently fly in short bursts, which is how I would describe myself as a runner. During the months after my divorce, I literally ran out of the house -- running, as "a sport," for the first time. My mind was everywhere and I needed more than... Continue Reading →

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