Running in the Rain
I lay in bed listening to the rain. The brook outside my bedroom door, normally babbling, was now a loud roar. I remember when weather like…
I lay in bed listening to the rain. The brook outside my bedroom door, normally babbling, was now a loud roar. I remember when weather like…
When I told friends I was going to walk the Camino to Santiago, they would ask, “Is it like the AT?” “No — I could…
I swung my legs off the top bunk, but as soon as I put weight on my left foot to climb down the ladder, a…
As a Resident Assistant at the University of Scranton, one of my jobs was to promote activities being held in our building. This usually involved…