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

A Social Gathering

Every morning, before the smoke/fog rises (if it even does. Most days it lingers, giving everything a fuzzy glow) there is a social gathering. It’s not the group of women who gather in a corner of the park, to sit and chat about who knows what. It isn’t the group of men who slowly make … More A Social Gathering