Because If I Can Run I Can Write

I never thought I'd ever be more afraid to write than to run. But I laid in bed two Fridays ago thinking that exact thing. I was to run the CRIM—a ten-mile race downtown Flint—the very next morning and literally felt less anxiety about running than writing. Huh?  Running has never been something I ever... Continue Reading →

So let's be real here. Life right now is scary. Terrifying, even. I don't need to recount everything that's going on right now—assuming you're not living under a rock—you already know about Ebola, ISIS, and the general stench of evil that resides in our world. Yes, it's scary. And as much as I'd like to... Continue Reading →

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