Pride

Despite the sun having gone down behind the tree line, releasing us of it’s piercing burn, sweat still poured down everyone’s backs. We stood with thousands of people lining the main drag of Houston’s “gayborhood”, Montrose, trying not to rub shoulders for fear of melting into one another. The sun had softened the asphalt under … More Pride

Every Which Way

After running the half and full marathon on Saturday, come Sunday morning some of us fared better than others. One of us had blisters the size of Texas, a few of us had creaking joints and all of us had sore legs. Needless to say, it was slow going, especially up and down the stairs. … More Every Which Way