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Better Than Valentine’s Day

I wrote this a few years ago before I even had begun my blog.  I repost it every year to celebrate the best Valentine’s Day I ever had–and there was no romantic love at all!  TWENTY (re… Source: Better Than Valentine’s Day Advertisements

Reposting from my own archives: When L. Raised His Hand

The post that follows is something I wrote about a few years ago, as I was remembering the events in our family in December of 2008.  Our little boy was three and a half, and we didn’t know w… Source: Reposting from my own archives: When L. Raised His Hand

Better Than Valentine’s Day

Originally posted on Running the Race:
I wrote this a few years ago before I even had begun my blog, but am reposting it here to celebrate the best Valentine’s Day I ever had–and there was no romantic love at all!  Nineteen (really, nineteen?) years ago this week, I was a sophomore at Tulane University.…

The Triple Single

Tennis was part of the fabric of my childhood and adolescence,  as well as my husband’s, so it’s been interesting to see both of our children gravitate towards different athletic interests.  Basketball was never my favorite sport to watch or play, growing up, though I’m sure I was agreeable to shooting hoops with friends and […]

Running, With and Without a Race

As I’ve written about before, the name of my blog, Running the Race, has multiple meanings for me.  One meaning refers to a verse in the Bible:  “Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles.  And let […]

Drifting

One of the perks of living in south Florida is getting to go to the beach and celebrating Christmas in the same week.  While my kids were off from school, we met up with some other families at Siesta Beach, one of the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. On the day we were there, though, […]

The Day the Cat Got Out

Originally posted on Running the Race:
Nine years ago today, our orange tabby cat, Larry, nudged his way out of our screened porch in New Orleans.  He had never gotten out before, but that’s because V and I always remembered to latch the screen door when we knew Larry was out there.  Saturday, April 23,…