The days roll over each other like buttery layers of a croissant, congealed into weeks and months, together like flaking goodness of sweet and fat fused just perfectly imperfect by the blazing oven of creation. I sat outside the Laundry Express on one of these particularly buttery days trying to use the space between loads […]Read More The Mythological Pastry
**PT II (a continuation of Wednesdays Training PT I: The Socratic Method)** My phone rings. I look over. Its my father calling. I was expecting this call. I knew what was coming. A compassionate concern for my well being. Some fatherly advice. Advice I didn’t want to hear, but I needed to. That kind of […]Read More Wednesday’s Training PT II: Always have a Plan B
I know what happens to me when I stop running. I know all too well. Depression. I don’t feel like doing anything. The thought of doing anything even slightly causes anxiety. But when I’m running, the threatening harsh world is smoothed over and doesn’t seem so scary anymore. It becomes inviting. I feel up to […]Read More Wednesday’s Training PT I: The Socratic Method
it was the first time in many moons where I found myself running along side what I guess you could call a gang of runners.Read More Wednesday: We Run On
We went to church a handful of times. I recall the the usual holiday traditions involving scattered visits to that indoor space where organs blare holy tunes and voices echo in chambered ceilings. I remember talks of Jesus, palms and candles, crackers and grape juice, a book of hymns, and always that man standing in […]Read More Tuesday: I Was Raised an Atheist (but grew up Christian).