Out for a Paddle
All the years growing up in Western New York and not once did any of us ever consider getting out on the snaking Allegheny River that… Read More »Out for a Paddle
All the years growing up in Western New York and not once did any of us ever consider getting out on the snaking Allegheny River that… Read More »Out for a Paddle
Dread’s cruelty is that he’s grown more deceptive with age: he’s much louder than he’s ever been, yet the lie has never been thinner.
One billion Sunday sermons and several hundred pages of scripture distilled into a single, foundational directive: Be good to each other.
I hate fantasy football. I really do, man. I hate how it’s all but eroded my interest in football purely as a fan, to enjoy… Read More »I Hate Fantasy Football
My grandmother is an ageless anomaly, a spirited, joy-filled woman of 89 whose daily calendar allows for little downtime. She volunteers at the local hospital,… Read More »Conversations with Grandma
The painting to the left is called Green Jacket. A guy named Alex Katz painted it in 1990, and it currently hangs in the Carnegie Museum… Read More »Make Work, Stay Sane
Every town in this country seems to have at least one steward, one ambassador who is wired to create good. They typically aren’t elected or… Read More »Some Thoughts on the Passing of St. Milo
Me and Senneca, another comrade in running, at the Buffalo Creek Half-Marathon near Pittsburgh last month. (Photo: Lindsey Glover) I still don’t consider myself a… Read More »In From the Cold: Words on Running, Routines and Good Dudes