Categotry Archives: Running

I Run Excerpt: Me and Little Sally

I Run is heading back to my editor for a bit more tweaking. I have been working really hard on drawing richer characterizations of the supporting characters. Unlike Ripple, I Run is written from a first person perspective. The main character is Sally Lane Brookman. What follows is an  introduction to her sidekick, Little Sally, or her inner child. I dream of Little Sally a lot. Most of the time, she’s running free and young again on the green fields [...]

Boston Marathon: Finding Joy among the Wreckage

I made this video last night to speak about how we can find happiness even when we’re sad, grieving, scared, traumatized and in pain. Please folks, instead of watching negative and scary news this evening, please watch this 11-minute video and please share it with your friends. We need to focus on counting our joys as we’re sorting through this pain we’re in–it is the joy that really can help us heal. Finding Joy Amid Grief YouTube Video Please share [...]

It’s Okay to Be Like Everyone Else: A Five-Miler

I’m in a crowded room and my family’s there, waiting, and I’m holding my breath.  I see my brother. He’ carrying this biological terror inside him, this virus that he’s going to unleash on the world, so I take a deep breath and slip out the back door.  I end up in a bathroom, and there’s no toilet paper on any of the dispensers, so I dig under the sink and grab a handful of rolls, which I’m handing to [...]

What Makes a Good Mom?

When I opened my daughter’s door to tuck her in for bed, I caught a glimpse of a 9-year old flashing a toy light sabre at incoming storm troopers. Naturally I grabbed the other light sabre and joined her in her valiant fight. We were victorious. I’ve written as of late about some serious topics, including my daughter’s bullying at school. We received news from the school that leaves me feeling cautiously optimistic, and I wanted to pass that optimism [...]

Running and Mom Guilt

One kid, then a second, and then a third jumped-tumbled off the high bus steps and gang-tackled me.  After hugging them back, I walked behind the boys with my daughter, who chattered about her day. “I have something I want to ask you about,” I began, my arm resting on her shoulder.  “All of you.” She squinted up at me through the afternoon sunlight.  “Why?  What?” I started to explain what was bothering me as we kicked our shoes off [...]