

Of Mondays, omens, and the dead fish in the yard
Not really the start of a new week I was looking forward to. ‘Well, that can’t be good,’ I said to myself this fine Monday morning...


Admission: After 50, jumping hurts
I'm holding this iceberg in my front yard partially responsible for my recent debilitating fitness activities. Last week, during one of...


Finding comfort amid the hustle and howls
A shared quiet moment on the trail. They were howling at nearly midnight. And again, at noon. Last night, far too close for comfort as I...




















