May The Whisper Become A Song

May The Whisper Become A Song

Saturday afternoon, and the sun is beating down on my kids, their friends, and me as we walk through the tall stalks of a corn maze. We shed sweatshirts and wish for shorts instead of jeans on this 70 plus degree October day. We emerge from the maze into the orchard,...
Running, In the Dark, Alone

Running, In the Dark, Alone

This Saturday morning, 5 am found me out on the streets of Sylvania, Ohio, where I meet to run with my running group. I didn’t know it when we started, but I had stumbled into a group of the “fast runners.” Within a few minutes, they pulled far ahead...