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The Broom Woman.

For many years, I have seen the same homeless woman in my neighborhood. She is not always present, in fact, sometimes years go by when I don’t see her. 934 more words


Why I love Sunday runs

Sunday is a ‘chilled’ kind of day in our house. No alarm clock. When my son wakes up he tries to get as much ‘I-pad’ time in as possible before we wake up so he is as quiet as a mouse ( and much quieter than our hamster). 369 more words

Defining freedom.

Throughout my life, I have heard the word freedom a lot. American politicians love this word. It is the underlying message in every political campaign. But I rarely hear discussions about what people do once they have freedom. 633 more words


Choose life, choose running

Finding time is a big issue for running bloggers. There are times of plenty when all goes well, and times where nothing seems to go right. 603 more words

Happy Birthday To...Me

13:13. Translated that’s 1:13 in the afternoon– or “Navy time” as Mama calls it. Any way that’s what it says on my birth certificate.

I’m not overly superstitious, but I have to say I’m not real fond of the number thirteen. 1,093 more words

Making Time to Write

Writers are plagued with an array of hurdles that keep them from getting words on a page. Some struggle mightily with writer’s block. I am lucky in that this is a rare goblin in my life; I can generally write about anything. 1,680 more words

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Burial of the Dead

Batman beneath the rose bush.

We’re dog people. And as all dog people know, the only fault of a dog is that they don’t live long enough. 1,689 more words

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