A Writer’s Road: Eroding Cliffs

photo courtesy of Mark Alan Lovewell for The Vineyard Gazette The beach in our town had enormous cliffs. They towered over our blankets and sand castles for decades, maybe even for generations. Of course, we always knew they were fragile, and so we told our children...
Stop. Start?

Stop. Start?

There is a weird thing that happens to runners. Sometimes, in the midst of a run, despite running along quite confidently, all of a sudden, you stop. The feet stop moving as quickly. The legs slow to a walk, or come to a complete halt. And very often, you don’t...