Marathon

“It’s only a 10K…”

I’m not sure when the transformation occurred, so it must have happened slowly. But a few weeks ago, when I went to Vegas to run in the Rock ‘n Roll Marathon, my friends decided I was an athlete. I’m not.

The Cancer Movie

In the movie in my mind, I am the valiant card-carrying cancer warrior, a runner of marathons and wearer of pink. I carry a shield emblazoned with “I SURVIVED!” in huge letters as I cartwheel into oncology offices and sprinkle… Read More ›

Forgetting Boston

Somewhere on that Friday, I forgot about Boston. Don’t get me wrong. I was plugged into virtually every part of the story that unfolded that day like an episode of Homeland. Or 24. I had the live police scanner feed… Read More ›