Growing up in Eastern NC meant attending a diverse elementary school until 6th grade when we moved across town. I remember asking my mom where all the black people were. I think there were a total of 3 black kids in my 6th grade class. Little did I know, in
I’m on day 8 of my 10 day sabbatical from running. By day 3, I already felt anxious about not lacing up my shoes and heading out to feel the wind in my face, never mind the fact that I was still exhausted and sore from the previous week’s races.
Tuesday Morning, 6:30 a.m., my boys come bouncing into my bedroom. “Mom! It’s time to swim!” Oh man, did I really agree to this on Sunday?! Rewind to Sunday, I was out for a walk with my 7 year old and our dog Zoe and we had a chat about
