the January cold slow shows my scars from the road from the night everything changed across my chest and mid and my neck sometimes goes...

on the brink of the calendar turning the hourglass upside down for sands burying   the sky is more gray than blue the ground more brown...

I take my thumb and press it. Nestle it. Push it into the heart of the stone. Into the smooth place where it naturally rests. The...

sparrows remain unseen though their voices surround through the lemon trees and the olive tops, the lollipop pines bees on gardenias...

It's 7 a.m. It is still dark and just above freezing. I'm standing in the middle of a four-lane street wearing a trash bag. It is pouring...

The fence shadows crept like ghosts back to graves and then it was the middle of the night. And then it was the middle of the month. I...

The fog fell heavy, ghosting expectations for anything resembling sun or summer. The season’s first hours might have invited fresh...

Instead of the rush for spring, I choose to linger in these last hours of winter. In the splash-colored backdrop of daffodil and tulip...

We raised new fences and the backyard smells of fresh milled pine. We being an expression of the gathering of craftsmen and apprentices...

The January gym reeks of resolution and self-loathing. New faces in new clothes staining in the sweat of want and willpower and...

Now available on Amazon Books My first book is about running. Running from not being able to run to running a marathon. I didn't write it...

A daily haiku practice through the month of October. The date being the prompt word for each day's entry. cedarwood incense first eve...

It was the simplest expression of how the meaning of running changes and evolves through your life I had ever heard. And it brought one...

I had never run a step beyond 20 miles. That was my limit. That was the longest of my long runs. Like many first-time marathoners, I had...

I knew my life had changed when the young man in the turkey suit onesie whooshed past. I was excited to be running in my very first road...

Yoga changed my life ten years ago. The transformation, of course, didn’t occur in the first class. The process of personal metamorphosis...

Global Running Day felt like a neighborhood run and I'm glad. My wife and I joined a hundred or so runners for a rainy jaunt along our...

A tractor trailer changed everything. A split second in time when the truck’s wheels grazed the center line at the same moment my small...

As the COVID-19 Crisis spread across the US, it left both runners and running race organizers scrambling to unriddle the mystery of how...