Write like a Runner
On the first day of September in 2012 I woke to a damp, dark morning. I had slept poorly, as I always do the night before a momentous event, and my hands shook as I donned my running clothes, drank…
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On the first day of September in 2012 I woke to a damp, dark morning. I had slept poorly, as I always do the night before a momentous event, and my hands shook as I donned my running clothes, drank…
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The following is a glimpse into a day spent in the city not long after we moved to the Boston area, a return for me after decades living in the Midwest. I have enjoyed reacquainting myself with this beloved place—a…
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If you’re like me, you groan when you see headlines like this. Such vague pronouncements suggest that just because the calendar flips to a new year something is bound to change–and for the better. But isn’t the year’s end an…
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Since my family’s relocation to the Boston area just over two years ago, I’ve spent much time adjusting to our new hometown and building a local teaching practice. At long last, I’ve published my first local review since leaving Indianapolis,…
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Reflections on the Storm of 2014 Two winters ago, before we moved from Indiana to Massachusetts, I wrote the following reflection on the storm that shut Indianapolis (and much of the Midwest) down. Now in our second North Shore winter in Massachusetts,…
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I’ve claimed this rock as my office. It isn’t wired, there’s no desk, just ledges of rock in seemingly infinite variety. I can recline, as I am now, against a sheer face of granite, my butt leveled on a jutting…
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