At present, we are surrounded by the sounds of hope…the humming of a generator, the soft beat of tiny blades from an oscillating fan and the crunch of ice hitting the sides of a large styrofoam cup…it’s the little things, am I right? Here’s an update of how things are going after Hurricane Irma…

We spent most of last week completely checked out and trying to find simple ways to celebrate each day. I’ve come to understand there are no perfect seasons. There are only perfect moments we have to capture and hold onto and store away to help us through the tough times…

I fully intended to keep this week’s posts, “business as usual” until sharing an update on Friday. But over the past 24 hours we have suffered yet another devastating loss and it seems insensitive to act as if things are fine when scenes from our week have been filled with hospitals, hugs and home goings. I had just finished a training run late last week when my mom called to say her dad who has been in hospice care had taken a turn for the worst. It was the day before our big race …