I first learned to crochet while in graduate school.  I needed a cheap hobby that didn’t feel like schoolwork.  All I could do was add a border to the edge of a square flannel blanket.  Once a week, I would learn a new pattern from Anne.  She was a grandmother whose son and wife lived

I feel like there are thousands of stories inside my head. Some of them are mine. Some of them are yours. Some are real, some feel real, and some are so different I don’t know what they are. I want to write them down, really, I do. It’s just that staring into a blank page

“All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages.” -Shakespeare In hindsight, it’s easy to see the rise and falls in the plot of my life, but in the present time I don’t

My friend Melissa and I would jog occasionally early in the morning.  Although she had several marathons under her belt and loved running fast, she never complained about going at my pace.  She would always comment on the clarity of mind that running gave her.  She was a missionary for the church of running, and she