Did you know that P.S. is an abbreviation for “post scriptum”? It’s Latin for “written after.” And that’s why you never write P.S.S. if you have more than one thing to add, because you want to say “post, post scriptum” meaning written after the first “written after” if that makes any sense…and not written, written after.… Read More A Battle and a Rescue: Part 3 (Post Scriptum)
It was three weeks ago today, and it’s still so vivid in my mind. Most of my early morning runs are not very memorable – the familiar pavement, an hour of peace, lots of prayers, maybe a (one earbud) podcast – but the one I set off for on Monday, August 20 at 6:15am left… Read More A Battle and a Rescue: Part 1
Saturday was a great day. Oh, it was cold and windy, but the sun was shining brightly. We were surrounded by thousands of smiling faces. There were crazy costumes. There was food. There was laughter. There were cowbells and bagpipes. It was wonderful. There was also enough healing in my knee to run 6.2 miles… Read More Common Grace Race
Not anxiety about running itself, though there was a bit of that yesterday as well. We didn’t run while we were in Greece. Couldn’t seem to make it work. We either slept too late letting it get really hot outside, or we had to be out the door early for a tour or a flight.… Read More Running Anxieties
It’s 2:30 on a Monday and I planned to have all of this posted mid-morning. Have you guys noticed that life has a lot of interruptions? A hospital visit was not on my long to-do list this morning, but that’s where I spent a good portion of the time. If you think of it, pray… Read More Summer So Far
“We were both so filled at Easter, and also kinda fried,” is what my friend Christina said the other day when we were catching up via text message. (Hopefully she doesn’t mind me quoting her.) She is also a pastor’s wife, but you don’t have to have that role to feel that way. Everyone I… Read More Spring: “Filled & Fried”
Just returned from this gorgeous scene on Friday night. I don’t know if any U.S. coastline compares to this particular stretch. Maine is just beautiful, and I have to pinch myself when I’m there. Truly the stuff of dreams, I can’t believe this is how we’ve spent about one week of every year for the… Read More Wild Summer. Good Father.
See what I mean? You really can’t do anything in temps like that. The winter of 2015 was a deep freeze like we’ve never experienced before. And then my blog disappeared probably also due to the arctic temps. I had to rescue it from cyberspace by approving my domain name via Robert’s near-obsolete chilidogk AOL… Read More It Was Too Cold To Blog
Yesterday I made my third airport run (in a car, not on foot) in six days. We said goodbye to family over the weekend, dropping them at airports in New York City and Boston. Then we had to say goodbye to Robert who headed to Texas and Oklahoma out of Hartford yesterday for two weeks… Read More Running in the New Year (With the Forerunner)
Here’s an attempt to recap the last four weeks of life. Lots of photos here and not much reflection. I’m writing from Texas, though, so although the days here have also been full, much is removed from the full plate called Life in Massachusetts. Being 2000 miles away gives a little space to think and… Read More Costume Changes, Venue Changes, & Celebrations