And Now The Boy Is Ours

Yesterday we sat in court and waited for the judge.  He was running a few minutes late. I am used to courts, as some of you might know.  But this was different.  There was no sentence to be handed down, no incriminating evidence to be displayed, no legal jabberwocky jousting.  Just our family and some…

Pinwheels

There are three things I never do when I run – plan the route, carry a phone or stop moving unless I absolutely have to.  This past run, I broke all three of these rules.  I can’t say why, but there was something within that nudged me to plan a route.  It was a path…