Category Archives: Running Chatter

To My Dad. . .

He grew up Catholic, my Dad. Like, really, Catholic. You know, statue of Mary in the yard, Rosary beads in his mothers hands, alter boy, confession, seven brothers and sisters, Catholic school–he was raised in a Catholic home. And while he and my Mom didn’t raise us in the Catholic church, the foundations and traditions...

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The Chase for Mediocrity

It’s a conversation I’ve had numerous times over the last several months. I’ve talked about it with Chad. My Dad. My sister. Over coffee with friends. While running side by side with another friend. It’s a conversation I’ve had, again and again, in my own mind-thoughts whirling and swirling and twisting my brain cells until...

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When I Grow Up

Last week I captured the above picture of my girls as they were making slime (for the 1,067,215th time) in the kitchen. When I loaded the picture onto my computer I started laughing. There was something about Meadow’s mouth and the placement of her hands that made me think of a cooking show that I’m...

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On to Two Hands: Meadow

She pulled her backpack through her arms this morning and I helped her pull her raccoon hat with the cute little ears over her head. She was smiling as she reached for the door and I stood behind her, ready to follow her outside to wait for the bus. Before she opened the door she...

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