But when the time came, and I chose to close my notebook and lace up one of my three pairs of running shoes, I discovered that the hope was nothing more than that—a wish for an untrue thing to be true.   Honestly, I have to confess, I’m not sure if I like actually running or if I just prefer it to sitting in front of a blank sheet of paper attempting (and failing) to be special.


I am suffering from the type of writer’s block that comes from having too many political conversations with Conservative Christians.  It’s not that I have nothing to say, but rather that I don’t feel like talking to y’all anymore.