Roar

The other morning, after my bear encounter, my husband heard a couple roars out in our back yard. It was early, and I didn’t hear it, and he didn’t get up to look, but I think our bear–and perhaps the sow–may have been back? I find myself constantly looking outside for black bears. On Saturday …

February 27

This is the 7th anniversary of my father’s death. I spent the day forgetting about it and remembering it. I ran a beautiful hour through  Mundy Park. I explored different places, including an old logging road. I had an awesome run and remembered something my mom recently told me: my dad used to run before …

Home

Tuesday when I was running in the bright sunshine, foolishly wearing the green woolen running shirt (it became too warm!), I thought of home. It’s a recurring thought lately as I’ve been re-watching one of my favorite television shows, The West Wing. I was born and raised in the United States–born in Kentucky to a …