Valentine’s Day massacre – sponsored by the NRA

Last night’s run took me along a route I don’t often get to experience on foot. I had plans to meet a friend down at Nine-Pin for Fin’s pop up, (and knew that stretching my legs before my upcoming flight would be beneficial), so I decided a downhill run to the Warehouse District would check … Continue reading Valentine’s Day massacre – sponsored by the NRA

Getting run over by The 57 Bus

Many of the books I read are written for young adults. These include lots of realistic fiction, some fantasy and adventure titles, as well as the occasional nonfiction title. A new box of books arrived the other day in my library - something which still excites even after more than two decades on the job, … Continue reading Getting run over by The 57 Bus

Have you ever imagined what it might be like to wake up the day after your 6-year-old was massacred?

I have. If I’m being completely honest, far more times than I’d like to acknowledge. If you’re a parent, I think you probably have, too. How could any human being not place themselves in the shoes of the 26 families who lost a child 5 years ago in an elementary school in a pretty little town … Continue reading Have you ever imagined what it might be like to wake up the day after your 6-year-old was massacred?

Telling the truth – in Albany

We are living in scary times, friends. I don't know about you, but I feel anxious about the state of our country and the relationships we have internationally. It seems like a long time since I've woken up without having to wonder what kind of outrageous statement or action with which Donald Trump has greeted … Continue reading Telling the truth – in Albany

Lunar b*tches do Las Vegas

The lunar b*tches ran tonight and it was blissful. The air felt damp in a delicious way and we ran well, loose and comfortable. With two miles left, I tossed out Las Vegas and the massacre which occurred there today. Like our pace, our thoughts were in synch. We wondered why those kind of weapons … Continue reading Lunar b*tches do Las Vegas