Halfway

When I was seven or eight years old, I used to lie awake at night and imagine the end of … Continue reading Halfway

Who you Fooling?

The Los Angeles Marathon is next weekend, and as someone loosely connected to—and just as quickly disconnected from—the running world … Continue reading Who you Fooling?

Where am I? And what the hell time is it?

It’s after midnight again, and despite having no real reason to be awake this late anymore, here I am– my … Continue reading Where am I? And what the hell time is it?

Miracles

Miracles There were few times that my brothers and I moved faster than when we were changing from our church … Continue reading Miracles