Running + grief = happiness (or running + happiness = grief)

Yesterday was my dead sister’s birthday. I used to set out food for her each year, since she died of complications of an eating disorder and I figured that her ghost must be hungry, but a few years ago I began running instead. My sister, Cathie, and her dog Barney. This year I’m in Tucson,… Read More Running + grief = happiness (or running + happiness = grief)