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Showing posts with label running. Show all posts
Showing posts with label running. Show all posts
Friday, March 14, 2014

Chapter One, Part 3: How To Describe My Dad

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One thing that some people who knew my dad may not know about him is that he was very competitive, mostly with himself. He regularly set go...
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Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Chapter One, Part 2: The Fabric of Our Lives

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Not long after my youngest sister Nancy was born, my mom crocheted an afghan blanket that ended up being kept on the back of the couch in th...
Saturday, February 8, 2014

Prologue: A Little Background

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It seems fitting to me that I am sitting here writing this with the sound of the Olympics on the TV in the background.   My dad loved the ...
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Friday, July 26, 2013

Circling the Drain

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One of the many things that caught me off-guard about the grief process is how completely exhausting it is.  At first, I thought my fatigue...
Sunday, June 16, 2013

Father's Day 2013

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This one's not the first Father's Day I've spent with my dad, but it's hitting me hard anyway.  There is so much stress and ...
Wednesday, May 29, 2013

How It Feels

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I didn't go into politics - or even business , for that matter - for a reason ; one that, if you know me, you probably already know: I...
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Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Memories and Exit Ramps

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Traveling along the highway of life with a luggage rack loaded with grief, it often seems there are endless reasons and opportunit...
Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Thoughts on The Boston Marathon

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I grew up watching, reading, and listening to news about the Boston Marathon; as a runner and a fan of the competitive part of the sport f...