Monthly Archives: August 2014

For several weeks, I had feared the future. Okay, I was not fearing the future as much as I was scared bleepless by it. For several weeks, I repeatedly asked myself why I clicked the register button for the Denver Marathon. I am … Continue reading → Continue reading →

There was nothing memorable about the day. It was not an anniversary. I had not had a recent conversation about my dad. Frankly, it was a Sunday and my brain was slowly moving out of its Sunday morning political talk show hangover … Continue reading →