When we met with our mentors last month. . . (or has it been two months now?) we talked about the blog. Again, through tears (because tears are a gifting of mine) I told my mentors about how important this space is to me. How I feel a loyalty to it–that this space was a...
I was 11 years old when I first began running. A complete novice, at best. (Is there anything lower than a novice? If so, that was me.) I grew up seeing my Dad lace up shoes and head out the door, only to return with his shirt pasted to his body with his sweat and...
“The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.” -Friedrich Niezsche I love words. For as long as I can remember, I have loved words....
Who is Summer Kellogg? At 9 a.m. this morning, I took Meadow to preschool and, after kissing the top of her head, rushed across the street to a coffee shop where I was to meet a dear friend. After ordering my coffee, I took a seat across from my friend and let the warmth of the...
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