Revolution and Evolution of a Runner

13. For some, that’s an unlucky number. For me, that number represents revolution and evolution. This Sunday I’ll be running the New York City Half Marathon. 13.1 glorious miles through Central Park, Times Square and on down to Wall Street.   When I was 39, if someone had told me that I’d be running Half... Continue Reading →

Babies and cakes and toobs, oh my!

They sat there…looking at me with those baby eyes. Longing, wanting to be picked up, needing to be chosen for that special purpose. Some were just in diapers. Others in full footie pajamas. One was sleeping on his back. Two others, crawling. Blocks and blankets – some had things to play with. Three were big... Continue Reading →

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