I remember the last time we talked before you fell. You, my dad, my uncle, and I had lunch at the pizza place around the corner. Afterwards, we visited one of their properties. The base course was in, but the walkway and driveway were not yet paved. My dad took care to help you up the big step to the front porch. You shirked away from him a bit as he held your arm, but your body was grateful for the boost. Touring that little house, still dusty with the remnants of cons

If you like beards, beer, and bratwurst (double entendre intended), Asheville is your kind of place. The mountain town has been on my to-do list for a couple of years and Jordan’s birthday was a perfect reason for a visit! With the early May trip, I was hopeful the weather would be warm enough for outdoor adventuring and cool enough to enjoy the beer sweater of a couple pints. Though the weekend forecast looked grim, Mother Nature shared her good tidings! We stayed in Marg

Let's set the record straight. I do not believe in the runner's high. I grapple with the logic of participating in long-distance running. And I know running sucks most of the time. Inexplicably, I still run. Two years ago I qualified for the Boston Marathon in Baltimore. I trained for Baltimore with the goal of earning a BQ, but the time goal was arbitrary. I wanted a training target- a reason to get out of bed at stupid o'clock and stay weatherproof through the dog days