Month: December 2017

Ohio feels like homecoming. Ohio feels like road tripping, like twelve hours that go by in the blink of an eye — that is, at least, until we get onto 70.  Ohio feels like junk food and fast food and rest stops and philosophical discussions and the views of the valleys as we cut across… Continue reading Ohio →

I have no idea what it’ll be about, but I can feel it coming. I can feel its rumble the same way you can feel a thunderstorm before it arrives. The air is electric.  The inevitable is on the horizon, and there is an exquisite anticipation. I have no idea what the book will be… Continue reading The New Book →

I. I don't think I've ever liked the first few miles of a run. That might be why I love races so much: for those first miles, you are surrounded by fellow eager runners -- and the energy is enough to carry you into the heart of the race, when the runners fan out and… Continue reading An Ode to Mid-Distance Running →

"It feels lighter. The lightest it's been in three years." I'm remarking on the holiday season to my husband during a car ride through the small towns of New Hampshire.  It's the Friday after Thanksgiving, both of us tired but not emotionally depleted like we had been with previous years.  I'm enjoying smooth drive of… Continue reading Lighter →