Running on Faith: The Tunnel
For me, the most difficult part of the Boston Marathon is not the hours of anxious waiting in Hopkinton leading up to the start of the race, nor the...
Sometimes, when I’m running solo up a long, gradual hill, my legs burning and my rhythmic breathing helping me to focus, I experience a distinct kind...
For me, the most difficult part of the Boston Marathon is not the hours of anxious waiting in Hopkinton leading up to the start of the race, nor the...
“They is” makes me wince. Incomplete sentences raise my hackles. And yes, the Oxford comma is the hill I will die on. I know belonging to the Grammar...
Up until a few days ago, I was seemingly the last Catholic in Christendom who hadn’t seen The Two Popes, a biopic inspired by the controversial...