Trail Sisters *

Every Wednesday night for as long as I can remember (and since some time in the very early eighties in any case), my Mom and about ten other women have gathered weekly from 7 to 10pm. Growing up, I remember falling asleep to the sounds of cups clanking, women chatting and Dorothy H’s raucous laughter...

Forty over Thirty

There are races you dream about, races you plan for…and races that pop into your life relatively unexpectedly. And, of course, each one is special in its own way. My thirtieth birthday present consisted of a weekend in Paris. I guess it was logical then that, a decade later, my fortieth birthday present also involved...