When you need a Hand
Perhaps you crept there blindly, one slow inch at a time. Or perhaps something caught you and dropped you there. But you wake one morning to find yourself way out there…
When you struggle to settle yourself
I’d been desperate to escape the night-and-day noise of the city outside my window, the pain of metal-on-metal of nearby construction, so I ran last week on wooded trails where I…
One way your gentle Father delights to set you free
Out for my morning run, I passed a child toddling on legs still new enough to be unsteady. Her father sat on the curb, watching as she explored the smooth…