Monthly Archives: June 2014

Why do I run? The broader answer to that question is that I run for peace of mind. I do not mean “the Birkenstock-wearing, transcendental meditation kind of peace of mind. I mean the “prevent my admission to a psychiatric facility” … Continue reading →

It is the day when sons and daughters buy a bottle of Old Spice, perhaps a tie or two, or some tool for the man they call dad, father, daddy, pops. As a little girl, every year the purchase was a bottle of … Continue reading →

With just a few days before my eighth marathon, the nerves, fear, and subtle panic have settled in. This upcoming race will be different for a couple of reasons. First, every race is different from the previous and from the … Continue reading →

When I think of Old Spice, Jujubees candy, and yellow golf shirts, I think of my dad. Did he sport Old Spice? I have no idea, but I seem to remember “buying” it every year for Father’s Day. Did he eat … Continue reading →